Lost Ghost


Zombie im Nebel

stranger, do not be afraid

of me emerging

the mist absorded all rage, all hate

long time ago

and left me

free from feelings



One thought on “Lost Ghost

  1. Calm, still waters hold mists, heavy fogs close with out a sound, to break a silence when a stranger on an early morning walk outlines in figure, a glimpse in a passing night before day breaks those leaves of trees to wake. Where my head is at on such mornings where warm moist air finds night’s cold curtain of change.

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