A Wraith

Tears are a river

A silent endless one

that travels in my soul.

Into the endless dark of night

Into the vast womb of souls

My prayers must lie in a graveyard

covered by the loud masses

of humanity that are born

and die in an endless circle.

The bottom line is no longer seen

The boundaries are blurred.

In this purgatory I am in.

No rules are set or deadlines met.

It is endless as the sky.

It is dreamless as death.

I only fear there is no release.

For a miracle is not a word 

It is an action.,

One that I no longer believe in.

In this place I dwell in.

The shadows.

Not alive, not dead.

Only a wraith.

That has been forgotten. 

By all.