A ghost

I Itch
and I can't scratch it.
I bleed
and I can't patch it.
I blink,
too close to watch it.
He throws
and I can't catch it.

What's lost,
I scheme to find it.
What cost?
Don't seem to mind it.
A ghost,
my eyes outline it.
Time coasts
and can't rewind it.

I lose
what I was winning.
I choose
a new beginning.
Cold heart
starts slowly warming.
In flesh
I am reforming.

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