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A kind of ghost story

A kind of ghost story

A Poem by light and ashes
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A ghost story for this quarantine.

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Isolation turns me into a kind of ghost.

Apparitions from my memories.
Voices from the past echo in the shadows.

Hellos turned into a dead silence.

There is a haunting in my own home.
Here in my mind and heart.

© 2020 light and ashes


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I love the way you compare isolation to a ghost story. Being alone is very difficult for most people & suddenly having to be alone, without time to get used to it, is crippling for many. Most people were engaging in full lives then suddenly nothing. It has taken me 10 years to get used to living alone in the wilderness & really loving it. You are right, the utter lack of input can prompt a wild mind. It's taken me a decade to tame my wild mind . . . just enough. So how can most people expect to do it in a couple months? You bring up a hugely overlooked point about this pandemic (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


light and ashes

4 Years Ago

Thank you.
This has been quite a time to live within... and as the anxiety builds the silences within overtake the cautions and well, loneliness IS worse than dying alone in our end.

Posted 4 Years Ago


light and ashes

4 Years Ago

I agree....
thanks Chris.
Read this and found it very visual, tho brief.. as if you know how it is: 'Hellos turned into dead silence' That's how life is: one hello doesn't make a lifetime of fine conversations, that's for sure! You've cleverly converted a topical Hallowe'en piece into the convoluted ugliness of the virus and the way it makes space seem more dangerous than might be otherwise. '..isolation makes me into a kind of ghost..'

Posted 4 Years Ago


light and ashes

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much emmajoy.
And when I'm all alone that's when they come along
And join me in this song...
" I ain't got no body..."

So you want lots of company? go off by your own self for a while.

Posted 4 Years Ago


ghost fill the house and roam durning this quaratine, I just want to scream just hear my own echo.
Nicely expressed

Posted 4 Years Ago


light and ashes

4 Years Ago

Thank you.

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