With My Own Ghost


and I can't just forget
no more
I can't run go get numb
no more
I can not today fill a dead man's shoes
with my own ghost
the sorrow shows
head to heel
unwanted flows and grows
lost ourselves a soul
a kind so tough to find
in the world you've left behind
unimagined states
tug and pull
those of us with ties that bind
blind leading the blind
we'll walk forth
ahead again where it shines

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