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I linger here, in shadows near, a whisper in the air,
A silent plea, they cannot see, a presence everywhere.
I reach and call, but through it all, they never turn around,
For I’m a ghost, a faded host, without a single sound.
My fingers brush, a fleeting rush, but nothing stirs the dust,
A door that creaks, but no one speaks, my efforts turn to rust.
The walls remain, they bear the stain, of moments left behind,
And in their cracks, I find the tracks, of all I cannot find.
I scream and shout, with all my clout, but nothing meets their ears,
For what is loud, within a shroud, is silenced by their fears.
They walk on by, beneath the sky, while I am bound in night,
A shadow thin, that once had been, a beacon burning bright.
How do I make them understand, that I’m still standing here?
That every breath, though marked by death, is filled with growing fear.
For I can see, what they can’t be, the world that I once knew,
But they move on, while I’m a pawn, in time’s relentless queue.
The memories, like autumn leaves, they crumble in my hand,
They fade away, with each new day, like castles made of sand.
And in their place, a hollow trace, a ghostly sigh remains,
A soul adrift, without a lift, still tethered by these chains.
I feel the pain, it’s like a stain, that never washes clean,
The loneliness, the helplessness, of things that go unseen.
To touch, to hold, a heart so cold, to make them see my plight,
But every try, is just a lie, a flicker in the night.
The walls close in, they seal the sin, of living in between,
Not quite alive, yet still I strive, to be something they’ve seen.
But how to break, this cruel mistake, that keeps me out of reach?
For I am here, but through the years, my voice will never breach.
I watch them laugh, I see them cry, I try to join their dance,
But all I do, is pass on through, as if there’s no true chance.
The joy they share, it’s like the air, just out of my grasp,
A fleeting thing, a song to sing, that echoes from the past.
But now I see, it’s not to be, for I am just a ghost,
A shadow thin, a breath of wind, a whisper at the most.
I try so hard, to send a card, to let them know I’m here,
But every time, I miss the rhyme, and fade before I’m near.
The frustration, the aggravation, it builds like roaring waves,
To speak, to scream, to shatter dreams, and rise above my grave.
But all I find, in my own mind, is silence, cold and stark,
A fleeting thought, a soul unsought, lost in the endless dark.
And so I wait, at heaven’s gate, or somewhere in between,
For what is real, I cannot feel, it’s all just what has been.
The world moves on, from dusk to dawn, while I remain the same,
A ghost, a shade, a life that’s stayed, forever in this game.
So if you hear, a whisper near, a breath upon your cheek,
Know that it’s me, in agony, a voice that cannot speak.
I try, I strain, through endless pain, to make you turn your head,
But all I am, is just a dam, between the living and the dead.
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Beautifully written 💜
Thank you very much, Julie! 😎
This was sad and haunting to read at the end but it was very beautifully written! 😊
Thank you very much for your kind words. You’re right about that—I was definitely trying to achieve both. I wrote this because there are people who are not ready to die, did, and don’t know that they did. So, it took me a while to write this one because I had to figure out a way to express in writing how that might feel, or how someone would feel being in that situation and not knowing, and the thoughts that one might have. I really appreciate your insight. Thank you, Laura! 😎
You definitely did evoke those feelings very strongly! I get what you mean, for sure. Sometimes I want to capture something from multiple angles and it’s hard to show it from every facet, but this one did just that! And you’re welcome 😊
Thank you very much, Laura! Have a great night. 😎
You do the same! 😊
Nice
😍Amen
Amen