Today’s poem is a bit later than normal as the morning got away from me, but here is another offering from the prompt, Ghosted.
Ghosted
Isolated in a realm of cruelty
clinging to the forlorn raft
of empathy, compassion, decency
as we float like shattered ghosts
Discordant heads shouting insults
and inanities of misinformation
bludgeons of detestable words
while we float like shattered ghosts
Why did so many vanish into malice
choose to exist in a reality of fear?
We will not surrender our humanity
So we float like shattered ghosts
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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