Ghostly Space Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Calmly, silently, living in a ghostly space of life, feeling
alive yet feeling dead, a weird and crazy emotion.

Looking around, everything seems the same, yet within it
all feels so different somehow.

Wondering what has brought on this dilemma and how do I
reverse it.

Trying to figure it out takes going deeper into a void
without any substance, like feeling when dying on earth.

Holding on, but willing to let go, not knowing what's
going to happen in the end, not even caring anymore.