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A Walking Ghost / Darklady

Poetry By: Darklady
Poetry



Had this written months ago, it's not a big writing but instead of throwing it into the litter why not sharing it ?


Submitted:Jan 9, 2013    Reads: 35    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


In the dimness of the day
I stand in this balcony
Wondering "what if?..."

Happy memories seem to be fading quickly
Bleak thoughts floods my mind
Clouding my eyes with tears
Yet holding myself strongly not to weep
I cry inside!...

Wandering through the streets
I see people passing by me
Knocking me down
As if I was a ghost already!
It hurts so much...

Looking deep into a beggar's eyes
I feel his agony..
And there's nothing I can do!


At the corner a child cries,
A dog scurries past me...
An old lady is sitting alone
On the park bench with a gloomy look on her face...
How can I feel their sorrow?

Like a ghost I walk among them
Bringing the darkness with me,
Feeling death all around!...

Why do they suffer?
Why can't I help them?
Emptiness fills my heart
In grieve for such suffering!...

What if I wasn't ill?
What if I'd chosen a different path?
What if I die tomorrow?

Can you take the pain away from me?
From them?
suffering, darkness, moans and cries
Everywhere I turn I see and feel it...

Why the sad look on their faces?
Maybe they are lonely and forgotten?!...
Wondering why...

I weep for the lonesome lady sitting at the bench,
I feel sorrow for the child which future is uncertain!
I hold my hand to help a ghost cross the street,
A dim figure staring at me...

What if I die today?
Who will cry for me?
Who will truly miss me?

Ghosts!They are here...
Among them I stand
Frozen in my own solitude

Like them I wait for a word,
For a kind soul,
For a message
So that i will know I was not forgotten!

In their eyes I see my future...
Pain, darkness, storms
Grieve, sorrow, regret!

What if I had done this differently?
Would it have made any difference at all?!...

What if I am already dead
and I'm still wandering in this world
Looking for my place?
Perhaps that's why no one can sees me!?
Am I a lost spirit?...

It's dusk already
Still, I have no answers
Hope has not returned
So, I'll just jump off my balcony
To make sure that I am not a ghost!

I will give my leap of faith
Maybe this way I'll find my place in Universe!
Jump and fly into hollowness
So that I will break this dumbness...

I just don't wish to live as a ghost anymore!....





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