by Bek EmJona

Created on: January 25, 2009

Are the shadows in my mind or of ghosts that won't let go?
Foggy recollections or memories etched in time,
imprinted on a setting that refuses to erase
the memory of what happened on a timeless fateful date.
Walking through the corridors of a long lost date in time
ghostly meanderings send shivers up my spine.
A shadow here, a flicker there, a voice I can't quite hear;
A touch upon my shoulder, I turn, there's no one there.
One day soon, bereft of flesh and bone, I fear I too shall meander
through the misty shrouds of time, my voice a mere whisper
to those who cannot hear; spidery words amidst the echoes of my time.
What will I think when the ghostly walk is mine;
when the shoulder that I touch senses no one from behind?
And when the light bathes my weary soul in love-
Will I follow or stay behind to continue on my haunt?

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