I’m trapped
in broken brambles
awaiting the wolves
approach. I hear
my shadows,
forms within forms,
ripple slowly
through empty trees,
like dry leaves
on an absent wind.
Banished
to inconsequence,
I hover on the edge
acting
as I had a part beyond
this tacit whisper.
These walls contain
all the ghosts who speak
of love and duty:
like dead lover’s memories,
dark conversations ensue.
(February 16, 2023)
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