Ghost

I died many years ago as a child.

I’ve been dead for quite awhile.

My ghost still haunts the house where

 I took my last breath.

A phenomenon of the underworld occurred 

while my ravished body laid in the darkness of death.
The dead associate with me as they may.

Since my physical death I hear 

and see them almost every day.

They mostly don't realize that they are dead 

and they won't conceive the enviable true and to believe it is obtuse.

Angels cross my path and try to explain not to mingle with the insane.
Sometimes they tell me things 

that I refused to comprehend. 

It’s not easy knowing you’re dead.
It blows away your image of self and brings with it tremendous dread.

Great mystery to me why they say the
things they do.

Obviously my ghostly existences isn't through wondering in  this state of hell as I search for the exit that doesn't exist as I pound on solid rock with my bloody fists.

 As I am somewhere between the darkness and the light in a realm of complete despair I am seemly trapped by this ominous plight.
If only I could see God's light.

My ghostly presences is not acceptable by most 

but never the less i am a ghost.