Circle of Out-takes

Ghosts Between Us

Ghosts walk between us in the lane,
hurts we've given one another.
We talk of familiar things we've done
hiding in ordinary matters,
denying truth hoping it withers.
We wrap our hurts in shrouds of chatter.
We fear to say them would open doors
to mental rooms where clawed things wait
to tear our crafted selves to tatters.
How long will we fill our shared hours
with idle conversation that floats
like dandelions on the winds?
Will brittle patter let us forget?
Or free the ghosts that haunt our minds?

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Updated last on:  2001/05/21