Ghosts

Ghosts of constructs of you people –
of those I know, or thought I knew,
who’d infiltrated my defences;

Lurk on edge, a margin in my mind,
deceiving peace, stealing relaxation
and withholding rest from me;

Actors, strange attractors,
patrolling, trolling, calling,
latching hooks that drain my strength
and cripple my resilience,
to draw me in to inhumanity.

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