The ghosts that are all around me
Suck life from my every pore
Trying to get this first stanza out
Before I sink into the floor
The coffee has torn up my stomach
Napping after every line
Hoping to finish this story
Giving new meaning to deadline
Closing my eyes for a moment
Ten minutes later awake
I don’t think it’s going to happen
Thinking finishing a mistake
Don’t come up on me while I write
You’ll run up against the brick beast
It’s better that you read this now
Than being found at the wall deceased
The ones before would warn you
That scaling that wall wasn’t too smart
Instead they dig and torment me
Tiring ghosts that will not depart
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/24
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