Ghost Street

 Who would seem to ignore clarity, in my absence now?

White glow summoning

my own intuitions

reaching hands touch the wall.

The vastness we seek, in the same rooms, we think.

We only want you, when we want.

Convictions splintered...

Giving judgment: an arrow shot in the dark.

Memories recollecting

heed the shot, pierced the mark.

The thinning veil of perception

left alone until we're called,

a ghost stands under streetlight

teetering porch hear the knock.

Move with purpose

hesitation: regret is, coming back for you.

Your silence,

turned to a roar

can you face,

what's lurking at the door?

Mistake

Me

For an entity.

A forgotten visage

of your neglective idolatry.

Chasing you, chasing dawn

The thinning comes, the veil is drawn.

Systemic: you drain us at the core

wasted years, always wanting more.

No turning back from silence to a roar

keep pretending,

there's no one knocking on your door.

Close your ears when the ghost starts to speak.

Are you afraid, of the truth it will bring?