Ghost Town

 

Have they died

Out. The voices

In your head,

Are you calm now,

Come now. Take a seat

Talk a bit. The crowd

In your head

Is gone now

The factory of your

Mind. Is shut down

For now. I hope

You can focus

Your gaze.

The squint suits you

Not. Not now

Permit me entry

In your macabre

Thoughts. Think of me

Dream of what we had

Once. Re-seam the coat

Of our acquaintance

The edges are roughened

Now.