Ghost

I speak and people think me human.
When my voice fades
I forget as do they.
I am a ventriloquist's dummy,
able to respond
only by stealing energy from others.
I even steal from my children--
their energy can spark
a brief imitation of myself
so I pass for their father.

My core is shattered.
Writing this down helps a little
while the act lasts,
then the task of revision,
like folding laundry,
will occupy me longer.

I am a deep lake
yearning for shore
but condemned as a liquid
to remain fundamentally apart.
I touch the sand but cannot join it.
Hold on to your shoes
for I give nothing back.

Copyright © C.E Chaffin

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