I move through the shadows of life.
Along the edges I creep and hide.
I am a spirit unseen and unnoticed by the world.
Inside this immaterial chest lies a heart, bitter cold.
Winter, summer, spring and fall,
Pass by without noticing me at all.
I am a ghost and the world I haunt,
While the living laugh and parades on golden lawns.
I feel no joy. No pain flows in my veins.
I feel only emptiness, like a deserted lane.
I am a sailor on stormy seas fighting for a purpose.
I am a traveller without a map. In the world I am lost.
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Life's A Ghost Town
PoetryWe've lost our way. Without purpose we live as "ghosts" in an world full of life. Sometimes others we know leave us and the become ghosts in our existence.
