There are ghosts in this town
Drifting on the sidewalks
Lurking behind walls
Crawling in your head through your ears
There are ghosts here
Or should I say ghost
The ghost of you
Fills every available open space
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
