living alone with the ghosts

alone living with the ghosts

alone living with the ghosts of all the before in a heart
as welcome or unwelcome hosts flutter in the corners
never knowing how to stop or how to make a new start
so sensitive as the axes drop to separate the mourners
alone living with the ghosts in this grey painted world
while a lack of color denotes the descent deeper down
both eyes and heart to seek a color that needs to unfurl
even the words which we speak attempt avoid a sound
alone living with the ghosts wondering at the next step
whether in shame or boasts as the fading figures haunt
moments pass by as creaking wheels as the spirits crept
peering into hearts still seeking faces drawn and gaunt
alone living with the ghosts searching for familiar faces
alone living with the ghosts perching on familiar places