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.