Linger

These days, they just linger on

These nights, eternal with no dawn. 

Ceaselessly continuing 

biting, cutting

It’s hard to explain 

what goes through this brain

If only one incident 

for it not always ripped from my hands

Every single chance

ripped from my embrace 

slipping from my fingers 

like water being strained 

It’s all ghostly apparitions 

One day there

next one gone 

A story with nowhere to go

In that style

I am forlorn.