National Poetry Month

(Word Choices: Ghost, River, Shiver, Erase, Lush, Tender) A ghost lingers where silence reigns, A shadow etched in sorrow's chains. Time moves forward, yet it stays, Trapped between the nights and days. The river weeps in endless flow, A mirror for the pain below. It's waters shiver, cold and vast, Carrying echoes of the past. How many voices have waves erased? How many footprints left displaced? Still, the current carves its song, A lament for those who don't belong. In fields where lush wildflowers die, The wind still hums a hollow sigh. A fleeting touch, so tender, brief, A whisper drowned beneath the grief.