Ghosts

Posted on October 6, 2016 by Phil

Deep in my heart

Where words never travel

Bereft in the chill of empty beaches

Haunted by ghostly limbs

Flailing

In vain pursuit of distant drums

Ancient tribes

Alive between time-spent page

On dust caked shelf

Forgotten

But for the unmarked stone

Deep in my heart

About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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