I'am a ghost

that's nothing new,

i walk around slowly

drifting through.


But despite my apperance

i can't walk through walls

or clear a space in my hall,


all i can do

is sit and stare

watching the clouds

as i go no where,


hoping that one day

this weight'll be gone

leaving me free

leaving me strong.


But till then i sit

gathering dust

my tears long gone

as things start to rust.


and if someone finds me

i only can hope

that they will save me from

this world where i mope

and take me somewhere

i can finally be me

and maybe then

i will start to see


that i'm not a ghost

in the traditional sense,

but a shell

only more dense,

being lost without emotion

has turned me cold

leaving my young soul

tierd and old.


so i sit like a ghost

haunted my me,

my dreaded brain

and its memories.





i dont know if you will get this or not, so please can you try and explain what you think it means so i can alter it if you are getting the wrong idea.