Specters Poem by Karen Edwards

Specters



Rusted and corroded-
crumbling tintypes left to rot
in a soggy hat box
in the attic.
Too long forgotten-
they haunt me.

Specters drawn from nightmares
that are waking, ever present
always lurking,
in broad daylight,
in the moonlight,
they are waiting,
patiently for me-
to remember.

Specters
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,memories,tragic
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