Lingering Ghost

The eerie essence that dwells,
Fills the shadows of the days existence.
Those empty pauses, silent moments
Vacancies that can never be. ..
Just vacant.

Frozen, for the soul somehow finds...
The stone, breath stealing power
Of the weight of that which lingers
Torments, fingers through thoughts
Emotions darkened to the eerie essence
Left vacant.

Lifeless, hopeless, defeated...
To the lingering ghost of the souls
Sadness...
the void that never fills.
Only sleep can rest the ghost,
yet sleep... is so evasive
Like chasing a breeze to launch a kite.
....
It comes for a moment,
Soars high then stops...
And the eerie essence
of the lingering ghost...
Waits... with the vacant cold
Sadness.

S.IrfanAleem 10.22.2015