The Ghost Who Wept

Poem about a lonely spirit.

An Apparition Ceaselessly Wandering

Through a World So Crowded

Begrudged To Reside Amongst The Multitude of People

Surrounded But Forlorn

An Imperceptible Anomaly

Yelling, Mewling Inefficaciously

Finding Nothing But Deaf Ears

And Eyes That Are Blind

Futile Attempts To Glean Recognition

To Adjoin, To Embrace Another

A Bleak Incorporeality Merely Passing Through

Eliciting Only Brief Palpitations

As an Expeditious Frigidness Comes Upon Them

You Yearn To Surmount This Limbo

Yet Feeling Incomplete, You Linger

May You One Day Procure Solace and Contentment

Lonesome Ghost Who Weeps