The Inkwell Poetry Challenge| Walking Dead

in The Ink Well5 years ago

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I must have time travelled.
To a past my memory erased.
Or a future i can not conceive.
For what am i doing with dead friends.

I feel so light.
I could walk unnoticed.
My voice too low to be heard.
Or maybe everyone is deaf.

Why is my lover looking at my picture that way?
I see tears rolling down the cheeks i onced kissed.
Why is he looking thin and furious?
I am here let's make love like we always do.

I shivered when i walked through the wall.
How on earth is that possible.
This minute i am here and then there.
Is this some kind of joke?

Then it downed on me.
I live no more, my time is up.
I am but a walking ghost.

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A painful realization!
and it strikes even harder when it comes this late, after running out of every other possibility...