Ghosts

What rage consumes a hollow soul
to drive it so relentlessly
The pain of dreams now faded
their luster soiled and dulled
Waking from glorious daylighted visions
plunging headlong into dark reality
Racing about our tawdry lives
so mundane and aimlessly spent
Seeking that tiny shiny trinket
light stolen from afar
Something to give us a moments pleasure
Something to make us forget
tarnished memories of a better day
merely echoes that now haunt us
And what of these ghosts that pursue us?
We discover them to be ourselves.

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