Today’s poem is a Trimeric and is written from the prompt Rooted In Ghosts. Enjoy.
Rooted in Ghosts
Beneath the bombast and platitudes
countless generational legacies gnaw,
eating us alive in misconceived trauma
We are all rooted in our ghosts
Countless generational legacies gnaw,
invisible phantoms, continuously haunting
with a thousand festering lies
Eating us alive in misconceived trauma
until we remain nothing but a hollow carcass;
another apparition gathered in the queue
We are all rooted in our ghosts,
our ancestral inheritance of conformity;
they become our chains of capitulation
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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