Phantom of Confusion

Phantom of confusions. Was it a dream? I wonder. Ashes in wind Parched throat, dry lips Left me in a dismay, I couldn't deny. A little while more, I stared My reflections in the river is fear Would you come? I heard No living soul in sight Ripples echoed again Would you come? I want to ask, where? But said, no! Denial was pushing Thoughts lingered with residues Resembling phantom of confusion Stepping back, I listened to What I'm not saying No apparitions breath can reach me A dream it is,more like an illusion Cause I'm real they're not.