As I ponder a word to say
a fleeting thought distracts me.
Is my soul so empty
I can not rhyme a single thought
Is my life so bleak
I can not hum a single note.
Perhaps the ghosts are choking me
taunting me with their silent laughter
as they dance around unseen.
They have no feelings for they are the mist of times past
locked in their torment of nothing.
They let me glimpse briefly to make me anguish
but they are the sad they can not move on
stuck for eternity in a never ending loop.
The old give up and the young are free,
but the shackles are soon coming.
bit by bit they are bolted to the floor
losing deaths freedom.
They are not of my world
and I am not of theirs
yet we are destined to be together
forever chained to a time when life breathed.
My soul will not be locked in a moment
meant to be dwelt in endless turmoil.
I am meant for the the nature of eternity
among the stars.
An energy that can not be created or destroyed.
I will travel to the black hole where
I will once more await my freedom
Inside the light will keep me until it is
overflowing and must renew.
I am reborn.