Draft 03/15/24

Atrophied, a phantom pain

a ghost who can't remember his name
lost and lonely in other words
and wrapped in invisible chains

not half bad but only one third good
idling in place as he knew he would
a biased assessment from a shaky source
who we trust much more than we should

clawing forth, fighting through
trusting more than what is true
letting instinct drive again
a lower octave, a deeper hue

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