Plagued by a dream.
Haunted by a memory.
Chased by a Ghost.
Dreams disperse like fog.
Memories fade like old photographs.
Yet the Ghost nags at the conscious
letting time pass away.
Running from shadows in daylight.
Mingling in the moonlight.
Toasting to them beneath the stars.
Plagued by a dream.
Haunted by a memory.
Chased by a Ghost.
A sneering grin
shines from beneath misty dreams.
Mocking me.
Chasing me.
Haunting me.
Plaguing me.
Kim Sealock
8/19/18
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