I very, very rarely write poetry - in fact, this is the first serious piece of I've ever written. Thoughts are much appreciated!

Hope you enjoy, Ki


I walk with ghosts in the sullen night

Fluorescent, they drip between my hands

And fill the edges of my eyes

Like saltwater stings and the end of days.

I walk with ghosts in the seeping twilight

Turning tomorrow to yesterday

Tumbling before me like

Leaves kicked carelessly,

I am the crypt where they keep their bones

I walk with ghosts in the evening's thrust

They coat my skin with golden whispers

And drag down my grieving feet

Silence of futures



Listening to heartbeats stronger than mine

I walk with ghosts

In the hazing morning

And cannot tell which of us

Is alive


Thanks for reading! Ki