Giving Up the Ghost
Giving up the ghost
Stolen from a ghost my heart I no longer need
Drifting through an assemblance of memories forever unfreed
Listen to the morning birds sing again just like yesterday I heed
I am but a splinter on a world that no longer exists but dreams feed
Aware of this fact where do people go to when cold breath punishes us in deed
No feelings of laughter or joy in anything I watch or listen to this place is for humans to live and die in greed
To live on would be a contradiction of what I once hoped and lived for but I regret the road it leads
No happy endings on this Earth just to live without any true purpose then watch myself shrivel till going back to seed.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2015
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