Ghosts in the Machine

 GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE

I am surrounded by ghosts.

            Old friends,

                        Old comrades,

                                    Old lovers.

Once they posted daily about

            Their lives,

                        Their loves,

                                    Their sufferings.

But years ago

            They crossed over the rainbow.

Yet, they are still here,

            Living their life beyond life

                        In the world wide web.

They cannot be exorcised.

            Once in the web,

                        Always in the web.

How long will they continue

            As ghosts in the machine,

                        Haunting the web,

                                    Haunting me?

They keep multiplying,

            Crowding around.

They are waiting for me to join them.