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In shadows deep, for a century and a half, I've lingered, a ghost, a spectral epitaph. Through the ebb of time, my essence roamed, A phantom lost, a spirit disowned. A dive bar's haze, a realm of the forgotten, In the dim-lit corners, my presence begotten. With a whispering wind, I seized a chance, To possess a soul, a fleeting dance. Through veils of mist, I entered the vessel, A body to wear, a cloak to nestle. A transient warmth, a borrowed breath, I felt alive after my long, silent death. In the dive bar's clamor, I found my voice, A fusion of spirits, a haunting choice. I navigate the human maze anew, A dance of shadows, a spectral debut. I taste the liquid fire, a mortal's delight, Sipping memories in the neon light. Ephemeral laughter, a joyous refrain, Yet I yearn for the echoes of my ghostly domain. The jukebox croons with a spectral melody, A ballad of memories lost at sea. I wade through the crowd, a phantom in flesh, An amalgamation of life and death. The possessed vessel stirs, a hint of confusion, Caught in the crossfire of spectral intrusion. Do they feel my presence, this borrowed soul? Or is my takeover, their conscious control? In the dive bar's mirror, I catch a glimpse, A reflection marred by a spectral imp. I wear the face of a long-lost past, A ghostly illusion, a spell that won't last. I linger in conversations, a silent observer, A ghost in the crowd, a quiet preserver. Yet, in this borrowed body, I seek a connection, A bridge between worlds, a spectral intersection. As dawn approaches, my possession will wane, Back to the shadows, to my spectral domain. But for now, in this dive bar's embrace, I'll dance with mortals, a ghost in human grace.
1/8/2024 I saw a post on Facebook that got me to really thinking. So I stepped away from my usual poetry and considered the post a challenge. The post was from @AubrynMusic. The post said “POV: you ve been a ghost for 150 years. You have just possessed someone in a dive bar. What do you do first?” This poem is the result of that. I had fun!