Ghost
Ghost
Sometimes I think I drowned
In an ocean of unshed tears
From the wellspring of my soul
That I’m nothing more than a ghost
Haunting a would be life
A figment of my own imagination
Wandering a world where sticky tendrils of time
Weave between golden clockwork
Every second heaving to be passed
Moments stretched to breaking
Shattering in to sharp shards
Icy crystals only I see
Glinting in the in between time