In bygone days where shadows dwell,
Their ghostly figures stumble through the darkness.
With murmurs soft, they share their tales untold,
Their haunting essence forever.
Each night I sense their phantom pace,
Their wistful breaths upon the silence.
Their sorrowed cries, a haunting elegy,
As endless whispers fill the void.
Their souls remain, adrift and frail,
The echoes of their past, now but a distant dream.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2025 04:38
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A poem fitting of the season but metaphorically it may be taken as thoughts and past memories that are ghostly as well. Nicely done
Tis a terribly pondersome poem you have posted for us all to all correspondingly ponder and enjoy .. Write on brother N .. Neville 😎👍
They'll always have something to say. I love the way this was written!
A ghost returns - welcome back, Neil ☺️
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