I feel like a ghost since time I was lost—
spreading my ash'n coat on white city roads,
I walk where no one goes, plungin' into snow;
between worlds I travel, far from home.
My echoing steps cross dim, empty streets,
and tiny animals make giant eyes.
At last it’s time: I rise from frozen ground,
and, holding breath, I soar above the haze;
then glide among the towers’ slender flanks
and steal the splendour meant for cathedrals,
completely holy, adored by crows.
I feel like a ghost; all places are lost.
I spread my ash'n coat on white city roads;
the universe grows drowsy, opens wide
her rolling gates to the nocturnal rites.
My slumber wanders loosely between worlds;
I plunge into the snow.
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Author:
Isabel Szurlej (
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I came across this poem via a Google search. I have been a little 'under the weather' and thought today about me feeling like a ghost. I thought I'd write a bit about it but was interested to see first who else had written on the same theme.
Oh, and yes, I found this and love it! Very inspirational
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