Time Spent Alone (Crooked Ghosts)

wandering the wasteland,

it's clear that most forms
of life and happiness have
bled through the void cracks,

they were no longer sought
by any of the dry limp bodies
that had fallen into the streets,

sooo, now was a time of reflection,
for lack of better words - alone time

seeing the clouds in the sky was now
a luxary of sorts, and I took it as would
you a heart-attack... but without the fear!

soon enough darkness would surely befall
and by that point I needed the comforts of
a cave, a farm, a foodmart or a mausoleum

because even being alone has its many burdens
as sometimes ghosts of our past come-a-haunting
with their crooked limbs, chalky teeth and jealousy

3-24-11
james kenneth blaylock

04/06/2011