Reflections.

i'm still here
at least that's what i think
what's left of what
i used to be.
shadows
on the sidewalk
i look up, try to find
hope, but the only
thing there is
a cloud, alone.
stretching thin
and thinner, clear
hardly there
across an upside down sea
i lower my head
and come across a puddle
i look away from what i see
i don't want to believe
that reflection;
the ghost is me.

by dangitsmaryjane
posted on 11/19/2009