A ghost…
Standing silently on the sidelines…
Barely breathing with a breaking beating heart…
A wraith…
Floating formlessly from the fetid fields…
Watching and waiting wordlessly within…
The ghost…I am…
I…see…it…all…
I…hear…the…words…
The wraith…I have become.
Neither alive nor dead,
Between the two…
Like the clouds passing overhead,
A ghost, no sound, no form, no breath.
Lost inside myself, carried by the winds.
Blown about by the tempest,
Pushed to and fro,
Ne’er static too long.
I go with the current,
Neither fighting nor surrendering…
Hovering o’er the world…
Mine ears hear the rage and the chaos,
Mine eyes see the fear and the wanting.
Mine heart beats to the rhythm of your drum.
Powerless to intervene
I, the ghost, sit silently in my place,
Seeing, hearing, waiting, watching.
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