Ghostly - Poem by Patti Masterman
I am a figment of my imagination,
I am a hologram, loosed upon the world,
I am the past of the present that's waiting-
Waiting for time, in its time to unfurl.
I am the death in the life breath was bringing,
I am the mirror that the living were shown,
I am the omen that dying has loosened-
I am the spirit upon which flesh has flown.
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