"I ask Robert Frost" By Ben Goode (c) 2016

Ghostly whispers, am I hearing? 
Doubting mind, and always fearing. 
Deep in dreams, from which I wake, lost in limbo, that I make. 
Time has passed, the clock hands speed, Father Time in all his greed. 
Memories, I think so much, present day, and out of touch. 
Lost my love so many times, walking on a field of mines. 
Feelings empty, all inside, heart feels broken, has it died? 
Someone loves me, I feel lost. Which way? I ask Robert Frost.
Two roads diverged, that are mine, learned it well from Mr Klien.

Note: (Mr Klien was my English teacher at school, and he tutored me in creative writing and poetry)