Ghost Spirits

Ghosts dwell somewhere,

In the nether world of shadows and sleep

Lost between many mounting memories

And returning tormenting dreams

Haunting all the days and nights

The burden grows heavier to bear

With each passing year

And the accumulation of experience

Layered between the scars and callouses

Of tired, misused hands

And it seems these strange familiars

Are something more mysteriously friend

Than the many familiar strangers of this life

And that the flowers of the fields

Bloom only briefly

Before passing on

To the other side

These ghosts

It seems

A poor fate

To accompany this passage

To a lonely, forgotten grave