Lurking in shadows to wait for release.
Overcome with denial.
A soul with no peace.
Out of the corner of an eye I see you pass.
Fragmented image as clear as glass.
Whispered voice with an unclear intent.
Restless with questions.
Between worlds your day is spent.
How can I help?
What for can I do?
To give you resolution.
To let live death anew.
For The ''Ghost Poetry Contest....''
sponsored by...Carolyn Devonshire