Friday Poem: Ghosts and Shadows

Ghosts and Shadows

We haunt this deserted landscape between
All the ruins of what were once our lives.
We have become mere shadows now, or ghosts.
What remains of us haunts these broken buildings

We become ghosts, pale and insubstantial
Unable to push against reality,
The solidity of this existence.
We seep through the world like liquid, like gas.

We move like silence between these still stones
And the empty spaces that still remain
To remind us of what was once our land
Where we are now only shadows and ghosts.