The ghosts regret their call to linger
Heavy plants with too much water
Soil the air and beg for solace
Curtains pulled, I cannot whisper
Hear me bark with no answer
Bark, bark, pause, I give no quarter
Nevermind it's all I have
Drink a dram, the drops are ceaseless
Burn the cork, it is not needed
I'll swing at shadows long departed
Sting the air, a hollow victor.
©2011
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