Writing Ghosts

I come awake

in a full moon and morning mists.

I haunt my days

in wisps of laughter, clumsy feet

and the clatter of keys.

I am a ghost

that hides in the glow

of my computer monitor.

I stay up to late

and countdown the morning hours.

I search for my demons

between arial font and memories.

I write them haiku spells,

and poetry hexes,

so I can finally get some sleep.  


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