"It's a very, very mad, mad world"
(With thanks to Gary Jules)
Invisible as an echo in an empty room;
we phase through the crowded world
like spectres through solid walls.
we phase through the crowded world
like spectres through solid walls.
We are the many, the unheard voices,
the unseen presence of life between the cracks.
the unseen presence of life between the cracks.
We are darkened stars within the void.
Only we see the warming glow that shines within
as we walk in the disorienting shade of our own shadows.
We are ghosts moving through our own lives alone.
as we walk in the disorienting shade of our own shadows.
We are ghosts moving through our own lives alone.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 28 January 2017
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