Poets Pub 2019 Biggest Competition Ever - Vol Two

A Ghost's Soliloquy (ImperfectPsychotic04) Wk-5

What art thou looking at?

I am but a ghost,

An echo lost into the profound past,

Amongst the ominous seclusion,

That thou makest a selection,

Of bold choices amidst the determination,

I am naught,

Revered with respect,

Nor catalogued in treat,

Of a life dejectedly launched,

Into a river like seam severed,

Doth it seem divinely biased,

Mayhap misled in pleasantry of the life's treasures,

A perceptible perception seen from thine eyes,

In the discomfort of mine psyche's restlessness,

Doth suffer mine heart's melody timeless.