Unseen
- Elliott Beverley
- Aug 5, 2022
- 1 min read
Lately I’ve found solace
In the company of ghosts,
Unseen, unheard; but felt.
Shades that linger only in corners
Unspoiled by the living;
their unsullied presence a sombre comfort.
And, as I lay,
Their ethereal essence is
A ward against some greater darkness, beyond.
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