The Human Ghost
A poem about a time in my life
Imagine being alive
The sights, the scents, the sounds
You can enjoy them all without a care
But what if everyone didn’t know you were there?
What if you could see them clearly but you were not to them
You say hello or how do you do and nothing
Imagine the feelings you would feel
Sorrow, confusion, pain, sadness
All things that come to mind
What would you do?
Would you cry, shout, hide
You wouldn’t do any of that
Why? Because what does it matter
No matter how much you cry or try
They don’t, can’t hear or see you
All you can do is sit there and stare
Watching them laugh and smile
all the while
All you do is sit in your turmoil
It’s like being in a maze of mirrors
You can touch them but can’t interact
Imagine being like this for years on end
Days turn to months
The leaves on the trees grow and fall again
All the tears that have fallen from your eyes
Have turned into a pond
Like a burden on your back, you sit in front of them
Imagine, crying out every day and night for help but only getting silence in return
Anything, anyone, just some sort of human interaction
But nothing
Years and years of not moving cause a change deep inside
A heart of gold begins to dull
It rusts and crusts
Never to shine again
Alone and alive
All you can do is slowly fade away
As nothing but a ghost
