Who is the ghost
in the mirror before me?
Why is there a chill
that I give myself?
Why can I not speak
to others anymore?
Why have I become
a mirage to the world?
Why not end it?
And become that ghost?
Carefree in the netherworld
but really? Ghosts surely suffer.
They cannot rest for reason.
They will not stop until heard.
They are screaming
in exclamatory silence
with bulging eyes
and outreaching arms
begging to be heard.
This ghost still breathes
but with shallow breaths.
I feel joining the dead
is a right and just in my case.
Yet, my mind changes
so frequently, it had become
a vicious, day to day cycle.
I am ready now,
I’m ready to step through
this mirror and stare back.
Brilliantly penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian