Lonely As A Ghost
I feel as lonely as a ghost
wandering between life and death.
Yet being alive hurts the most,
for grief chokes off my every breath.
You were my muse, and my one hope;
how am I expected to cope?
My life feels empty without you
standing solidly by my side.
For one happy heart, shared by two,
split asunder, the day you died.
My pillow, dampened by my tears,
absorbs anxieties and fears.
And I seek comfort in prayer,
asking the Lord to bless your soul.
You're in heaven; wait for me there,
I'll join you, and we'll be made whole.
For death's not the end; I believe
there's more to life than we perceive.
Sleep's slowly shifted from sad dreams
to happy ones, about times shared.
And now, I don't have nightmare screams,
though, at times, I still wake up scared.
But then, I feel you in my heart,
and know, death can't keep us apart.
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