Ghosts Poem by Doris Cornago

Bones tired
From daily moping
Escaped to my roofdeck
Ending a winding stairway
Sitting against a drooping tree
Showered by dried mango flowers
Refreshing a sinking forsaken heart
Choices sorted, yet no solution found
Fingers too tight like claws unbound
Longing to find a distant dreamland
Misty vapors rise to dark April skies
Closed eyes when the wind blows
Reminded of colors and sounds
Running footsteps with sirens
Alone before, alone again
Ragged roofs implore
Welcoming me
Like lonely
Ghosts