I Write Poetry

Becoming a ghost in another person's empty hall,
No longer even a shadow on the wall,
Left to walk alone with nobody to break one's fall,

Memories which quickly fade into sunsets which no longer can rise,
Something about a lost connection which seems to have died,
Time is so unforgiving as it moves quickly by,

Piercing one's mind with thoughts of the past,
The ticking clock moves with speed, it is so fast,
Nothing worthwhile ever seems to really last,

Just left with what could have been, burning in the moonlight of broken promises and fate,
Just stars which now only blink and never really warn us that it is too late,
Dancing with a ghost of somebody who no longer is near the gate,

A gate which is locked with a lost key nobody bothers to look for,
Buried somewhere deep inside another person's soul and core,
I guess it really doesn't matter anymore,

Life goes on as we sleep and dream of past days which were innocent and filled with fun,
The night sky no longer brings the morning sun,
Just left with shadows of ghosts dancing on the ceiling with memories which seem to always way a ton,


Sleep can be the only solace to a battered soul which is now weary,
It shelters the heart from becoming blind and teary,
It prevents the ghosts of the past from becoming eerie,

Just now drifting in the solitude of indifference with a fatigued heart,
No longer looking to restart,
A life in constant pause filled with ghosts who used to be friends who quickly depart,

I guess ghosts finally leave a restless mind,
For they too seek the light they need to find,
Time you seem to pass so cruelly, you are so unkind...