The Ghost
I sit here by my window, as if waiting
for something that will never come...
The rain pouring outside, gives out
A shadow from this window of mine
A figure of a man whom I once knew.
It was then when life was great
And Happiness is within his grasp.
A handful of memories, memories
of this figure's lost will, keeps pounding
On my very mind.
Now, I wonder who this figure really is?!!
Why does his pain, strikes my heart
Like a chain of thorns... wounding even my
deepest sanctuary?As if an empty void
Had opened up within me.
Trying to stop the tears from falling
I reminisce from a dream, A dream that
became a reality for me, within it was
The love that I have always longed for
to complete the very existence of this
meaningless life, but as all things end
I wake up and find myself still dreaming
for that same dream.
oh! How I wish That the rain can wash away
this shadow I see before me, A ghost from
the past where I wish I could live my eternity
But that could never be...for this ghost
brings a heavy burden in my present.
My mind, keeps wondering from whom this dark,
ghostly figure is coming from...
Why his burden brings about my own.
The sun sets in, and the rain died down,
but clouds still covers and gives dim.
The figure becomes more clear,
the Shadow fades, the ghost have walked away
Because now I see before me...
my own reflection.
The memories and pain of this person is of
my own past, The man whom I once knew was ME!
