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GHOST

"I am

So lonely

I feel like a ghost

The love that surrounded me

I miss the most.

An apparition, am I?

But I don't know why,

Do not comprehend

This condition whereby;

This realm is surreal

Vague and strange and difficult to deal.

I dreamt of riding an elevator 

Alone, front facing towards,

I, did not push the button

Yet it stops, but no one boards.

I'm forced to get off, afraid to the core!

Forced to walk through the cold steel door

I step into a dank and dark corridor;

I am banished there

To the thirteenth floor!

I stare into a black abyss

It is uncanny, how I got to this?

This abyss, is the blackest of night,

I cannot see, cannot find the light!

I stumble, with my arms stretched out;

As I reach,

I beseech! "How did this come about?"

I am so alone, I am ice cold,

In a place, that is out of my control,

I am outside in, that's why you can't see me,

Inside out, I would once again be me.

This strange dimension is frightening and eerie,

Eyes look through me, mocking and leery,

You peer at me, through this mass of ice

And jeer at me, my contempt you entice!

You gaze at my loneliness, frozen in time,

Buried in this glacier, I am so cold, and I'm;

So

Lonely

I feel like a ghost

The love that surrounded me

I miss the most.

I am locked inside of my own mind,

I wish you could see me, feel and find!

Rescue me, and release my confine;

Deliver me, and set me free

Free!

From this haunt, that you cannot see.

Here!

I'm here! Before your eyes!

I cannot make a sound, cannot utter cries

Helplessly trapped in another world,

My only touch is the ice cold whirl

That gives you a chill as I come near;

Trapped here forever, is my dreaded fear!

Trapped In perpetual darkness of night

I cannot seem to find the light!

"Where oh where, has my body gone,

And left me here like this, alone?"

"Is it that,

oooOOOooo,

Is it that,

I am a ghost?"

The love that surrounded me

I miss the most,

This chill, I fear

Is forever my host!

Am I dead?

Is death the reason why,

We cross over, after we die?

Then, the crossing over for me is surreal,

This wandering in darkness, an endless ordeal!"

© Isabella George

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Image  © Casfotoarda

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 10, 2015 ⏰

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