The Ghost


THE GHOST
I awake to the sound of your all-pervasive
whispering.

Your voice is soft, gentle
and yet so distinct.

You remind me of your presence every minute.
No, every second of every day.

Often, I drop what I’m doing
To focus just on your voice.

You prick me with a needle
Whenever I have a moment of peace not paying attention to your constant bickering.

People may change and the winds may stop,
But you go on forever.

Nothing can stop you,
for time is the spirit that haunts the world.

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