GHOST

nephilim56

Within that room
I felt a breeze
From another time
Ill at ease
As if a gentle
Soul passed by
With hidden eyes
About to cry.

A silent pain
Unsoothed, uncared
Weary but unheard
No bitterness
No need revenge
Just quiet
Passing by
A friend.

In search of peace
A place to rest
In solitude
Journeys quest
A gentle soul
A passing breeze
A ghost that brushed
The air to freeze.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2025 02:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Don't know why people always equate ghosts with fear and bad things, if there were ghosts they would have the same variety as the people they came from and there would be many gentle and kind ones. Loved the poem

    • nephilim56

      i dont think after death our natures would change, thanking you



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