The Ghost In The Machine

The Ghost In The Machine

A Poem by Swagato Saha

By the waver of lamps so these keys tire,
The walls age 'nother day;
Dim the screen deems my wake's expired -
Mid numbness o' neuron decay.

In peaceful pride I serve my dreams;
My limbs for long comatose,
Discern pain that the plushness redeems;
Those that toil thus duly doze.

Yet guises swarm like organs unmanned,
Heed the captive foliage that spy!
And the litany of lunacy down no-man's-land,
Wakes the ghastly dark inside...

O' limbs these tire, my dreams transpire!
"What'd urge such defiant wake?"
Asked I the shadows - starless, sapphire;
And the vagrant ghost thus spake.

© 2022 Swagato Saha

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Added on February 28, 2022
Last Updated on March 1, 2022


Swagato Saha
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