
No amount of self-help books can wash away the ghost that
Lurks in the shadows of the night…
No amount of playbacks can help find the clues to Caspering
Caspering like how thieves walk in and out of homes leaving just but a trace
A trace to say hello we passed through …

Through the haunting memories of sleepless nights , no you sleep , no we can’t sleep yet
as you ushered the new day to a tomorrow that would never come to being
Through the giggles, the beaming smiles, the quick check ins,
Innings and outings that became your daily bread yet still it comes to a halt

No amount of Domestos can help wipe the blotch left in your heart
No amount of memory verses mastered can help quieten that lingering ache
Ache to ask questions for the why?

For the why even diarrhea announces it’s arrival…
The churning and rumblings of your belly as it signals that you are in trouble
Trouble you know you can not stop once in motion

Motion echoing emotions bundled up
Like raw sewer uncontrollable yet leaving a rotten egg smell
To mark that it has passed through like the ghost
Departs unannounced yet leaves you to the rude awakening of their departure…
you cant see a ghost,
you cant touch a ghost,
perhaps searching through verses for an exorcism
~B
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