The Haunting Poem by Esther Labuschagne

I watch the rays of the sun as they fade
into darkness,
I feel the light of the moon as it slowly
trickles through my fingers
I start to cry, and then, in that moment,
all is lost....

That, which was mine, is gone.
It is lost somewhere - somewhere (in) between space and time.
I have nothing left to call my own,
except memories, which are haunted,
now old and cold.

I still watch the rays of the sun as they
fade into darkness,
And I see the light of the moon as it slowly
trickles through another's fingers
And I wonder if, in that moment,
All is lost for them...