I feel like a ghost.
A floating entity
Wasted by life.
Shackled be responsibility.
Languishing from one day to the next
Burning for a change but strung out on hope.
I fall.
Longing for freedom
Caught in a rotating cell.
No hope for change
Imprisoned be reality.
Consistent unchanging world
Broken by the mangled fangs of repetition.
I fall.
Author: Michael J McCluskey
I have been a freelance writer since 2013 when I started as a part time writer. I have been a full time writer since 2019. I have ghost written several articles for multiple platforms. I write in various areas of content including cryptocurrency, mental health, addition recovery and the cannabis industry. I enjoy doing the occasional historical or travel content piece. I am an avid poetry writer and an avid sports fan.
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