Poemdog

Dogs 2018

LIMPING SHADOWS
(2/26/18)

my nights
are crowded

I am
haunted
by crippled
phantoms

ineffectual
ghosts

they clutter
my consciousness
with minor
complaints

whining
about
their spectral
status

too weak
to rattle
chains

they barely
creak
the wood
floors

their
unintelligible whispers
fade
in the hallways

more annoyances
than truly
frightening
apparitions

they are
what I rate
within my
unimaginative
life

the truly fearful
phantoms
plague more
colorful personalities

these
sad specters
whimper
inconsolably
in the dark

I wish
that they'd
go away

I cannot
help them

but I can
certainly
understand
them

the living
take little notice
of me
either