Ghost

Chasing ghosts among the lost!
granting sanction,
that only I bear upon my shoulders!

Retrieving an image,
that once was only an ambition!
Picking myself up,
only to fall again!

Looking at a silhouette
dimmed by a fogged mirror.
Touching a face with the trickle of a hand,
that was lost to the beholder.

Gracefully walking backwards,
fearing the patches will come unbound.
Keeping the mind busy,
in fear it will find insanity once again.

Running away from the quicksand,
that takes all as its own.
Holding on to a limb,
that the storm has shredded in its fiery.

Determined to stay strong,
where all is lost among the weak!
Reality sparks a glimmer of thought,
upon the ghost, all is not lost!