The Plague,

A million moment

Billions thought ghost

Hovering over us

Shadowing us

IN us

Haunting our every waking moment.

We go to bed thinking of it

Living it 

Feeling it laughing at us with it’s sickness and death.

For a few hours of restless sleep we find some respite

Then waking



That monstrous ghost is part of what we dress ourselves with

Haunting us

Jeering at us

Maddening us to be for some there worst

For others,

There best,

It all depends upon how each of us faces ghosts in life

And ghosts,

In facing … Death. 

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