Ghost

Bound to the earth,
by an unwavering desire.
A shadow of the former self,
a vacuous shell I am,
moving through the world of the living,
present but not acknowledged,
not unwelcome.

An outsider,
who is free to love,
free to hate.
No more bound to the intricacies,
to the world of the living,
as I am to the dead.
I accept the hollowness of this freedom,
walking with the remembrance of an old life,
clinging onto the pleasing deja vu.

A ghost I am,
belonging to none.