The Ghost Of Sadness
The ghost of sadness
speaks to me
It’s whispers haunting
carries dreams
A presence felt
from dust to dawn
Upon my shoulder
Built of brawn
How can I shake you
make you pass
Escape your grip
be free at last
I hear your voice
take notice of
Your place within
Your place above
For now I know
You’ll stay with me
You’ll walk my path
You’ll steal my seed
Every glimpse
any hope
Buried now
within this ghost
I can not run
attempt to be
What now is real
Was once a dream
Featured image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
Oh, beautifully haunting! Thank you for sharing. x
Beautiful words !