Ghostly notes of solitude

Solemnly ring forth.

Whimsically they flutter,

To gently tease the senses.

Dancing from the recesses of the mind,

Shallow faces fading from view.

Can you hear their whispered pleas,

To be heard among the noise?

Can you see the trail they leave,

So colorful amongst the black of despair?

Painted pictures of false identities

Whirling through the river of deceit

Slivers of hope, so vividly seen,

Only to fade when grasped, left with nothing.

Tainted memories of lives forgotten

Caress the soul, sheltered by forgotten love.

Hear their sorrows, hear their prayers,

Resonating through the being.

Haunting notes of sorrow

Are gleaned from the grip of silence.

Solemnly they fly,

To grip the heart with new emotions.

Creeping from the cracks within the soul,

Disheartened figures sighing as they depart.

Can you hear the whispered thanks,

As loud as the silence that follows?
Can you see the memories they leave,

So bright among the darkness of normality?