Ghost


What happened to us and everything we stood for?

What happened to us?

The fire closes in

Is that you I see staring back at me?

This memory is starting to haunt me

Is there a way out? There’s gotta be a way

Is there a way out? Im beginning to believe

What hope is there for me to stand here in this dream

hoping, believing that you’ll come back for me?

Im starting to think that Im only chasing shadows

Far beyond my sense of reality it seems Im only chasing me

You’re a ghost

Im haunted, haunted by this memory

Im haunted, haunted by this tragedy

You’re a ghost, you’re a ghost

Screaming for me in my memory

I can’t ever leave

You’re a ghost

8 Replies to “Ghost”

      1. I know. It can turn into good poetry. I told my daughter the other day that she will discover god on the boundary of dark and crazy and beautiful and real. Be you, embrace it all and you may discover a prophetic voice that can say what others can’t see. It hurts like hell sometimes though. That is why Jeremiah was a weeping prophet. Good job.

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