My Reflections

A ghost of me

the woods lure me in

to a quiet desolate place

as I reach my destination

I linger for a while

unsure of the fate 

I had left behind in past.

I sit beside a water bend

my reflection unseen

I touche my face

recognizing the feel of it

but yet I cannot see it.

the quiet of the woods

confine me to haunt it

I've forgotten my past.

but yet my death is

remembered.

I will never close my eyes,

in fear of remembering

my death.

the woods call me.

I see people

and greet them kindly

yet they don't see me

as I don't see my reflection.

I touche someones shoulder

but they only noted a sudden chill

I say "Hello" with loneliness.

but none hear me

I't suddenly becomes clear

I'm some being 

with only the night.

I'm some being

confined to the woods.

I'm some being

that the living fears

I'm some being

that is haunted of my un-timing 

demise of death

that brings me lonely tears.