A poem about something that remains to be done after the death of someone close. |
-Following Your Ghost- by Keaton Foster Following your ghost Where it goes, so must I Doomed by your own hands Something remains for you to do And for reasons unknown I must help Even though I know that I can’t. I see you when others don’t I know you when I shouldn’t You are as dead as death implies No life burns in your eyes No words cross your lips No thoughts pour through your mind. A silent representation of the end Is all that you are Or could ever hope to become Your life came to a tragic end A bullet through your fragile heart Eradicating your life giving spark. They say that death was instant And that your suffered none But you and I know better You went through hell From beginning to end. You have not transcended to heaven You have not fallen down into hell Somewhere in between is where you reside A true ghost of who you once were A vacant soul with regard to what you’ve become. Following your ghost is all that I have left The direction of your path is my plight What you are waiting for so am I What you need to move on Is nothing that either one of us have Or have the ability to obtain… Following Your Ghost Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |