A GHOST'S LIFE

Late at night under lunar sky

Shadows dance to a day gone by,

Ghosts wander familiar grounds

Driven by night in see through gowns.

Desperate souls trying to reach out

In a world we know nothing about

With warmth and love no longer shared;

Their isolation no flesh could bear.

Such tortured souls of some cruel fate

Longing for guidance to Heaven's gate.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A Ghost's Life'
andrew mitchell,
I feel that it's ghostly to imagine former people now gone for all we know is what we read of former times. What of our ancestors those gone before us? We are alive to imagine them, to learn, to study their day. This makes them more alive to us somehow. We look for meaning and love and usefulness in our lives now just as those that are ghosts to us now.
Bless you,
Kathy

[alf]

Hi Andrew. This is sooo deep. One syllable added to the third line and I'd have called this an excellent write. Maybe . . . wander through familiar grounds??? or similar. Great expression of thought. Kind of spooky as well. Loved this one, alf

[nazia]

Felt like an introduction to a good horror flick lol ;)
The images are so vivid and your writing crystal clear.. Though I don't believe in ghosts I would love to meet one of yours..:p