by Obscure   Sep 8, 2022

Ghost, dear
Come to haunt me
Taste the terror
And the longing

Whisps of being
All around me
Drifting through
As if I'm drowning

I reached the future
You're behind
Now distance hides you
From my mind

I wished to hold
But now I'm empty
And hollow futures
Don't look tempting

-©Obscure 2022


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