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This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book “Lonely Visitor” Down in the Dirt v209 (7/23)  Order the paperback book: 
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Ghost Trapped
Brenda Mox
Shrouded in fog,
lost in twilight time,
she flicked the surface
of the sorrow pool.
A wave of sadness
spread through her
as cool mist clung
in tiny beads
to bare limbs.
She pressed her lips
together tightly
as tears leapt out
and trickled down
her amber, gray eyes,
smoked glass lanterns
lit from within.
Having only the constant company
of her loneliness,
sinking out of body
into a black swirling whirlpool,
silent as a totem
carved out of mist,
a dam in her heart cracked,
her nose ran with tears.
She was a ghost trapped
in earthly flesh
living life in pain,
every kind of pain enmeshed.
Rocking and moaning
the outpouring of her soul,
her eyes closed wearily
to the wrongs of this sad world.
