Robert L. Bixler III
Ghost - Poem by Robert L. Bixler III
Shapeless, shifting fog rolls in.
Aimless, nervous eyes project.
Amorphous solid substance-elect
Becomes all I have been.
I am the shadow that passes
Un-noticed in the very masses.
I am the one that no one knows,
Nor the one they chose.
Gasp and stare perplexing,
They see me as an enigma
That is, ultimately, too vexing
To comprehend without a stigma.
Amiable, begracing, secrets I retain
As I stand drenched in the rain
Of my own salty tears
Shed off from all my fears.
Ghastly vanished, space consuming
I stand by your very side,
But still my presence you hide
As I try hard to be understanding.
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