The Solemn Specter Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

I walk amid the shadows silently,

Unseen, unnoticed by those around;

Averting my eyes hastily,

To keep my soul guarded sound.

As the phantom in the room,

I must avoid those who would know;

stay out of the light, nothing must show,

Ready to enter my rest, my tomb.

A solemn specter not to be disturbed,

In the depths of my own despair;

Lost in thought, to be unperturbed,

There are none with whom to share.

Is there no one with which I can bind,

A splinter of my soul in order to anchor;

myself to this world so that I may find,

Life which only another can grant.

Alas! Transparent I roam these halls,

Alone and unsought; not one

Can hear the tear that falls,

before their eyes my souls undone.

No longer am I just a lonely spirit,

But have been replaced by a ghost inept;

Shrieking yet none hear it,

Nothing in this world was willing to have kept.