finally done, can open my eyes
not afraid to look in the mirror
I’m a ghost now, just a reminder
a remnant of what I once was
minutes somehow turned into decades
yet moss and dust covered me
like I was buried
and maybe I was
the shaking will leave me clean
spasms of the blessed and crazy
loosen the rusty joints
scattering cobwebs
with bleary yet clear eyes
I’m ushered to a new dawn
where the sun blazes red
and the ghost again takes form
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