Ghost

I walk about wondering if I’ll be seen let alone heard, my life as if it were over not uttering a single word. Uncertainty clouds my mind of things to come knowing that the past cannot be undone. Why do I feel this way? No one I know can say, all I’ve ever done if mess things up throughout the day. Is it too late for forgiveness, is it too late to be loved? existing In the ground I’m better off shoved. I don’t know what to do, what to say or where to go, In the midst of the one’s I love, yet feel so alone. Like a ghost trying to redeem their damnation, a desire of hope in stagnation. It’s worthless, It’s hopeless, Yet something drives them to be understood, although dead in peoples minds and hearts they’ll stand where they’ve never stood. In the line of fire, at the fear and hatred of all, their love to exist is the greatest of cause.