Haunted by the ghosts lost in tears
I sense the spirits of those who lived in fear,
And they are often in my consciousness near
Because of their loss my heart holds them dear,
Knowing their departures were undeserved
Yet also I know I have a place out there reserved,
And in the darkness my panic over this eases
Because I know I am here for as long as the universe pleases,
Before those haunting me, I then return to merr energy
Rather than remain at this caricature of illusory
Who is sold an idea and a dream of being real,
But which has nothing to do with conscious reality
It is just a part of life’s augmented creation of banality,
That has seen me struggle and seen me suffer
Where I chose not to be a hater but a carer and lover.
fauxcroft 
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