The Ghosts Are Walking Again

. the ghosts are walking again walking and talking in the night again sorrow is eating my bones again . the fog is creeping again creeping and seeping through the cracks again fear is fracturing my bones again . the shadows are whispering again whispering and weeping by my bed again despair is sundering my bones again . the ghosts are walking again the fog is creeping again the shadows are whispering again . ..............and I? ..............I'm feeling like dust again ..............the unknown is leaching the marrow out of my bones again . . ...........................................©2016 susan williams