The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Ghost of Myself

Ghost of Myself

We fear that which we cannot see,

And the same used to be said for me.

Now I laugh at that old fear,

And my tale you will now hear.

I went through life’s many seasons,

And did whatever I wanted for no reason.

Through my careless ways,

 I ended up with eternal days.

I did not see one night,

A drunk itching for a fight.

I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time,

And the next morning I watched as they put up the police line.

That was quite a few years past,

Today it is invisible shadows I cast.

My future will remain the same,

As I have nothing to gain. 

I suppose I haunt an interesting place,

Filled with many a different face.

They will never know I’m here,

As they calmly ask for another beer.

Occasionally humans with an extra sense,

Begin to think they feel a presence.

 But only my cold temperature shows on their tools,

Why can’t they see of hear me? Skeptic fools.

It is strange how my perceptions have altered,

And how my old fear has faltered.

Now I am what I couldn’t see,

And it is others who fear me.