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


21 thoughts on “Misguided Ghosts

  1. “…Many defeats turn to triumph…
    …with faith in your heart, climb til your dreams come true.”

    Sending lots of hugs and love your way.


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      1. You are very graciously welcome. ๐Ÿ˜Š ๐Ÿ˜Š ๐Ÿ˜Š

        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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