"ghowsttown" poems
When fear is coming out of the unknown
And the dream are the only places you know
When the day becomes the nightmare
and even the air becomes so rare
The streets I've walked down a thousand times, become unknown
My neighbourhood, my childhood street, feels like a ghowsttown
The faces I long to see, never show
The familiarity becomes strange, when only eyes are shown
Heres to the endless working powers
And the time that flies by whilst we are standing still
The hope becomes stuck in the past
Everything that is going on seems to have forever to last
Time that only comes by once,
Weve been robbed; our years and months
Our youthfull dreams on stand-by, we can't fulfill
The whole world is holding still
A bump into strangers we long for
A better future we hope for
But time seems to take its time
And its shape keeps changing, like we do with this time
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC