YOUR GHOST
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

I am the ghost of your conscience,
Your permanent menace,
I am the hunter, the fire gun itself
And you – you are the prey,
Your own prey.

You can rise, fall, crawl on your knees –
What do I care?
I am the very devil you so much fear.
Go on, scream, blow your fists against the walls,
I do not care, I am just a spectre.
Try to reach me –
Where am I?
You cannot see me, can you?

I am your shadow, I am you –
The curse you cannot escape from.
Why should you fear me?
I am your own creation,
So open your fists and let your fingertips
Feel my breath.

I am everything and nothing at all,
I am your ghost,
A perfect chameleon
Playing with your thoughts.

So stop searching for me,
I am not there, no.
I am here – I am you!

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