Ghostly shadows, but what ghost really casts a shadow—cousins? The ghost and a shadow, still in my room at the edge of the bed.
A ghost of unhappiness, and a shadow of these lonely despairs. Both related.
Mother nature taught me how to grow, Father time forces me to wait for it. The Mistress of death would love to rush the process. Brothers in arms, alarming the gun sounds in my head—my constant ringing headaches. Sister company, sharing the pain of a common parent entity