Ghosting
Ghosting
Floating just above the ground
The howling winds lead me astray
Emotions clouding all around
I hope and pray the night becomes the day
Echoes of a distant past
Slither through and leave decay
Silver fingers holding fast
Abandoned buildings sigh and fall away
Tin cans rattle on concrete streets
Hollow trees have much to say
Like barren savannah scarred by heat
Stones on the shore are surely worn away
Crags and cracks, a mournful sign
Of what was once and is no more
Murderous time, on fate’s design
Will see me stand once more upon that shore
So surely worn away.
Floating just above the ground
The howling winds lead me astray
Emotions clouding all around
I hope and pray the night becomes the day
Echoes of a distant past
Slither through and leave decay
Silver fingers holding fast
Abandoned buildings sigh and fall away
Tin cans rattle on concrete streets
Hollow trees have much to say
Like barren savannah scarred by heat
Stones on the shore are surely worn away
Crags and cracks, a mournful sign
Of what was once and is no more
Murderous time, on fate’s design
Will see me stand once more upon that shore
So surely worn away.
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I think I can only write sad poetry, I haven't written a happy poem in a very long time, but this sort of imagery had spoke to me for a while now. It's the first poem I've written in a long time so I hope you like it.