Earthbound Soul Poem by Ernestine Northover
Earthbound Soul
This spirit roams the vacant corridors,
searching for something that’s uppermost,
in his mind.
Disturbing the air, causing a chilly
atmosphere, strange, eerie, a ghost
of humankind.
Continuously on his quest, he has
haunted these aisles for centuries,
decades and years.
He cannot leave this sphere until he has
solved all his trials and laid to rest
his wretched fears.
Earthbound soul, no respite ever, nowhere
to go until released from torment
and despair.
How long will he have to wander hour
after hour, with discontent, in an
endless nightmare.
This spirit roams the vacant corridors,
in pursuit of another. He’s
a despiser.
Battle without end, perpetual
exploration. The other is no
compromiser.
Possessed, this apparition, floating about,
no sound, just a silent
aura of unease.
Will he still be suspended in his
no man’s land, unable to move on.
Abhorrer in crises.
© Ernestine Northover
This poem makes one feel sad at the possibility of remaining here after death, roaming and searching, never finding what is needed. One can only hope that one day he finds his peace and can follow the path to the light. Again I must say Ernestine the imagry is fantastic. Excellent work as usual Melvina
Great imagery here Ernestine, poor earthbound soul, let's hope he finds his way home, lovely write, Lynda xxx
A captivating write Ernestine! ! Great imagery, thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! Best wishes , Friend Thad
Lets hope that he makes it through, each have their bag to carry, some carry it easier than others that's all Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I believe in the supernatural and I've seen a few ghosts in my time. I know that spirits are sometimes grounded, unable to move on to the next world and are invariably sad. Usually as a result of an injustice and wanting to communicate with the living in order that the truth be known. This is a such a great poem. Andrew x