Poem #80: Ghost
#81 of Poetry
This poem is as much about fear and hope as much as it is about loss and decay. Hoping you'll find something within yourself within this poem. Enjoy.
Ghost
There is something in the air Something I cannot see I feel the passing there She has been torn away from me Someone I cannot see
Listen to the reasoning Of the blissful child Running through the air blustering Where the hedge is wild Near the house defiled
The day I lost her Feels like a dark stain Beside the house I wander In the fields of grain Just to escape the pain
Resting along side her bones I do, and do not Feel alone.
~bhscorch
"Ghost" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.