Letter to a spectre
Your presence unknown.
Yet you are of flesh and bone.
Seemingly your words drop on deaf ears.
Thinking why does nobody hear?
Why is nobody here?
Why when I'm present am, I still ignored like a ghost.
Why am I still alone when I need someone the most?
Like your soul seems to be the truth is opaque.
Some people simply have a veneer that is fake.
Until they do away with vanity and their spirits awake.
Then they will see you and how they made a mistake.
How the opportunity to know you they did forsake.
Have pity for them, do not condemn.
Your deep soul must with your body remain hemmed.
Because when the day ends.
They will need their ghostly friend.
The sorrow that you have experienced you can use to mend.
There are people you haven't even yet met that need you to tend.
To their weary spirit.
Can you hear it?
Their voice echoing in the distant horizon.
Keep your eyes on what is right.
As, you may be haunting tonight
Muster courage and might
For the friend in foresight!