Shadow figure

I had some more guests today
Some punks carrying gadgets
That blinked or beeped
Whenever I was nearby
At certain rooms of my home
They would stop and ask questions
While playing a recording device
For kicks I try to give answers
With odd results
Sometimes when they play back what was recorded
They sometimes act as if they heard what I said
Most of the time what is played back
Was never what I said in the first place
One of them asked
If you’re here say something
So I said
Everlasting peace to you
And the recorder playback said
Everest pete too
And the punks exclaimed
It said
Eff you peeps!

Jeez these ghost hunters
Are so gullible

My baseline

A heartless duty it is truly
To wear the cloak that only fits me
Exploring but a fraction
Of the ocean that is the human soul

A white hot fury
Burns through the bleak composure–

Status quo
What do I know?
I’ve placed bets on
One side
And now want to
Switch

Does it align with yourself?
Alignment
Is it just good enough?
Appeasement
Is there room for improvement?
Hope
Is the path forward no longer clear?
Dread

What is it when just being yourself
Is not enough to win their heart?
Disappointment
What is it when they refuse to
Carve a little space in their life for you?
Misplacement

What is it
When life’s
A game of chance?
Affected
Directed
Divested
Instead

I am looking
For the baseline
By which I measure
Myself against–
But what is it called
When the standard
Was never fair
To begin with?