Ghost Light

Silence.

Who do you talk to when all you have are ghosts?

What do you say when it's been said it a million times before?

I keep getting close.

I keep pushing away.

A living hypocrisy.

I make the prayer...

Regurgitate.

I write these words....

Placate. 

Skin like braille and thoughts like thunder.

How do you end a play when the curtain won't close?

How do I end this play?