Ghosts

I am a Ghost of my original being,
A cast away toy that was left to be covered in dust,
A broken dream that has been long forgotten,
A wish on a star that has Faded,
A broken heart after a long loved love,
The never ending tears after the death of a child,

I am a civilization that died millions of years before,
I watch as people walk by never noticing the houses,
never noticing the bones or pots that lay within,
people sometimes fall into a pit witch leads to my city,
but they never escape this pit of which I lay,
surrounded by the ghosts of my people and their history,
surrounded by the never ending screams.

Here I will always be the Ghost of the past,
mine....
Yours....
Our children....
Our people.....
The world.......

But here's the question.

Am I the Ghost of your past as well, telling you I am here?