GHOSTING

What's your ghost song?

Will the melody scream decisions you avoided-still to this day? The honesty of love. Or the sharpness deniers wield as weapons too?

Will it make you cry at opportunities ignored? Finally saying fuck dem' girls you dreamed of smashing, while missing out on improving your head space, and bringing grace and respect outside the bedroom.

Will you regret, that someone, or moment getting the best of you. Remember surviving more than you could take? Without getting the best of yourself, even after a few good strokes.

I wonder about getting the best of life, if it ends in death. If my memory lives without care, I’ll be damned.

Will my song be silent? Drowned by violence & ignorance I allowed.

Will it be loud. Sometimes it’s a dream where I’m a dancing puppet or in those elementary specials where the ball bounces to each word. Telling what you should, will, and don’t.

Know what I’m saying?

Its spooky to know when the bombs dropping and not avoid the wreck.

When your nerves are plucked, like the chords of everything unwanted and left over, will you wish with agony or be at peace to begin again or see the end?