Misguided Ghosts


Sometimes everything is rhetorical
Everything is monochrome
My limbs wracked with rain
I tread gingerly.
I make promises I may not keep
Go on with my soltuide,
my soliloquy.
I’m almost out of words.
Knowing you cannot grasp
what you cannot hold
Things vanish all the time
And what is only left of me, is
me only.

-Tosha Michelle

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21 thoughts on “Misguided Ghosts

      1. You are very graciously welcome. 😊 😊 😊

        P.S. A big poetry event is being planned in Manassas, Virginia on Sunday, October 8th. It would be nice to have you there (if you can make it).

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