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Were Are the Ghosts?

by Michael J. Collins


Where are those ghosts?
Invading my phone and old video tapes.
From across the seas
Long-haired creatures
Proof of the everlasting.

Where are those ghosts?
In the decaying houses
Forgotten prisons
Looking for sympathy
Of their past actions or deeds.

Where are those ghosts?
Hiding in the closet
Not ghastly, but pale beauties
Disturbing my sleep
With the promise of otherworldly kisses.

Where are the ghosts?
Not the demon
Acting like children in my nightmare
Ripping at my body till I awaken
With it sitting on my dresser drawer.

Where are the ghosts?
To tell me there is another place
Where my soul can go
And be with those who I once knew,
For I love them truly
And always have.


Copyright © 2018 by Michael J. Collins

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