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Ghost
Like my words, I wonder if anyone truly sees me
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them
Once the stars converged like this
And while I am captivated by mirrors
I wander like a ghost, I do not cast a shadow
I find myself there in reflection day after day
I knock on the back of the mirror
No one hears - I am in the arms of darkness
Visible to creatures, but not by people
I am stuck between worlds
Tears cried out in the Dead sea
But still no sign of me, I can not show
that I am here - that I am near, in Limbo
Prisoner through the looking glass, what an obsession
They do not see me, but only their own reflection
And here it is only the inhabitants of oblivion
Ugly creatures, entities, ghosts
Time passed, the imaginary pain dulled,
because they prayed and once someone answered
They only suffer the need to continue to live
only somehow it hurts me to see it
How can I break the mirror?
Or is it simply my fate to be ...
Invisible to everyone, as if erased
They have tears in their eyes, they can't explain
That I'm not with them, but I continue to live
I don't know what will be there later, in the other world
Someone went to heaven, and someone went to hell,
and I was left behind
Many more have passed and I am still not in the clouds
What happened, I do not know why I am lost
I do not want to look at their tears
I want to be a guardian angel for them
Once the stars converged like this
And while I am captivated by mirrors
I wander like a ghost, I do not cast a shadow
I find myself there in reflection day after day
I knock on the back of the mirror
No one hears - I am in the arms of darkness
Visible to creatures, but not by people
I am stuck between worlds
Tears cried out in the Dead sea
But still no sign of me, I can not show
that I am here - that I am near, in Limbo
Prisoner through the looking glass, what an obsession
They do not see me, but only their own reflection
And here it is only the inhabitants of oblivion
Ugly creatures, entities, ghosts
Time passed, the imaginary pain dulled,
because they prayed and once someone answered
They only suffer the need to continue to live
only somehow it hurts me to see it
How can I break the mirror?
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