Ghosts Of Tomorrow

September 29, 2022

The graves of my youth

lay scattered behind me

Each headstone a failure

endorsed by my hand

A shroud covered memory

encloses my history

Where ghosts of tomorrow

roam—haunting my past

(St. David’s Church: September, 2022)

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