Limbo City

I am a ghost tumbling along aimlessly.
I have lost my mother, my brother,
My husband, and my daughter.
I am from beyond the grave,
Simply a gathering of dust
And cold air.
I am not alive;
I will remain here,
In this graveyard,
for eternity.
My soul has lost its vanity,
And if I had any skin left,
It would fall off,
Along with my nails and eyes.
If the population of the world
could have a sixth sense,
What a surprise
It would be,
For the living to see,
How many phantoms lurk
In limbo city.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Deep, dark yet interesting read..totally enjoyed your work