ghosts in their day

Posted by chris on September 14, 2011

Posted in: poetry, Tears. Tagged: change, ghosts, memories, poem, poems, sadness poem. 4 Comments

Its not easy being a ghost in their day
From along time ago, from miles away.

I’m a fading memory
from the way things used to be
They can see right through me
I’m a translucent mystery.
I am not how they remember me.

I’m a photon on a beam
I’m projection on a screen.
…the morning after a dream.
Things are never what they seem.

Its not easy being ghost in their day
From along time ago, from miles away.
Not a role I want or wish to play.
Bid farewell to the past, and I am on my way.

4 comments on “ghosts in their day”

Monica on September 15, 2011 at 3:27 pm said:

lovely and intriguing, Chris – … a translucent mystery… not how they remember me — the past gets to have its say!

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anilbalan on September 16, 2011 at 6:19 am said:

Great stuff!

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penpusherpen on September 16, 2011 at 10:27 am said:

very emotive, I wonder often about the ghostly world, and the circumstances of joining it… x

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chris on September 17, 2011 at 10:35 pm said:

Thanks! Glad you all enjoyed it.

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