Ghost.

The sounds and sights of life that make me so,

The air that I breathe and those who would be my friends,

The sanctity of home and all that I recognise as familiar

Surely this is what I am and who I am?.

It is where I am and what I have become.

Yet still inside a feeling of emptiness,

Am I not surrounded by life and all it has to offer? 

If that is the case why should I alone be watching it?

Observing it like some morbidly curious being.

I cant engage in what life has to offer 

Not for me the path of least resistance

The path I travel is blocked at every instance

I am what I have become. What I have been made.

Do I like it?.. Would you?...I doubt it.

I however put up with it. My cross to bear.

Be calmed by that fact.