Echos of Ghosts
The echo is worse now then before.
Ghosts of memories that never happened.
The laughter of William and Evelyn playing,
playing games that never existed here,
because they never existed here.
Makes one wonder if I really existed here.
She might have existed here,
but would she have been happy?
The echoes of a heart beating.
Pointless sound.
To live for the people,
who don’t notice when you’re not around.
Shouldn’t I get to live
for and with
the one that I love and cherish?
Fate, they underestimate your cruelness.
A heart may sing,
a soul might not perish,
but only if there is love.
In the darkness now,
the shadows casting over hope.
Right choice, or only choice,
we must live by it.
A winter for the heart.
Solider on in the darkness,
even if you go blind in doing so.
That is the advice they give,
Not knowing what darkness really is.
Not hearing a soul cry out to no reply.
Empty day.
Empty night.
Tears as wasted as breath.
-Xavier
Jan 9, 2008
