Ghosts,
They seem more prevalent these days.
What you thought wouldn't be,
Has it returned to its place?
The eye catches glimpses,
Of times used to be.
The highs and lows,
Does it end?
Can you see?
I can't look beyond these shadowed walls,
Blinding as its come to be.
What else is there in ones shuttered dome,
But observing what has yet to come.
Flailing and shouting endlessly.