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Born A Ghost

Born A Ghost

written by: Michael Murdoch

@TwistingTail

 

A shadow of a memory of a man
The concept of release
Just out of hand

We clutch as a newborn
Without skill
When all is beyond

We fall in step
Falter on a beaten path
We are the dirt under foot

With a breath of rarified air I breathe
Knowing the gift is not a gift, but a loan
Haunted, by my own hollow
I was born a ghost, incomplete, I roam

By day
I waste
I stir the waking hours
But night
Oh, night
I cast a gastly
Sight

Ethereal guilt
Draped in ghostly dread
Expunged of life
Summons life for the undead

There is the secret to living after death
Die unfulfilled and live the life unlived while alive

Michael Murdoch

Michael Murdoch

Born beneath the Southern Cross, Michael Murdoch a.k.a. the mouse, is a poet and fiction writer, who chased love to his new home under the Northern Lights. He resides in Helsinki with his wife and three children. You can find a selection of his works at his home away from home, The Twisting Tail.
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