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
Rising,
Dressing,
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.