Restless Bones

There's just something about the night...

I am haunted by ghosts
Wandering the city
Purposefully aimless

Their gossamer forms
Gliding in and out of existence
From street light to street light

They sit in envy of the resting dead
Not realizing the cemetery is
Full of restless bones

Author's Note

Does this make you think? If so, about what?

Reviews

[J. F. Charleston]

It makes me think of Houston, the damn city that seems to hate me. The ghosts are the friends I have and then the city as a whole is just a big cemetery not doing anything but holding on to people on auto pilot lives. You have the desire to flee but you're just trapped.

[Fatum]

This gives me the image of the ghols that we call people on a monday morning. They sit in their cars unaware that the people around them are actually human....

Or 12am in the towntown area where I live... How the junkies and the hookers roam around like ghosts without a purpose...

A wonderful short and sweet poem,

thanks for sharing

[J. Land]

Thank you!