Ghost in the Portrait

I wish that I

Was a shadow on the wall

And that I could crawl

To the floor and across

A million pieces

Of shattered glass

And not be cut

But

I am only a portrait

Still

Silent

Dark

Without a frame

I am the arch

Of madness and confusion

Delusion is my name

Whereto shall I crawl

When yet I have no aim?

I fear these nails have bound me

To the concrete of this empty hall

I can hear each footstep fall

And see each of those who pass

But my fingers from the canvas

Cannot reach alas

Shoulders do they brush with me

But notice they take not

If only my eyes could turn

Or my lips could part

“Stranger,” then I’d yell

“Walk me not by!

Leave me not in this torment!

Leave me not in this hell!”