Hear, inside the head
The ghosts continue living –
Lives, days, all go on
The arguments never end,
Salient points repeat again.
Visitors from scenes
Played out on distant stages
Arrive with fanfare
Stating this, that comfort, need,
Virtual space quick provides.
All well when it stays
Inside contained, quiet remains,
But characters want
Another chance at the world
Bleeding into time and space.
Voices from who knows
Where invade the rapt hearing
Still no understanding
But disturbing, driving ill
Living becomes so much will.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, July 17, 2020
Something my journal caught with story thoughts.
Happy Weekend all…
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