A Million Ghosts

It’s the edge.

Another empty life, another empty hope.




I don't know how to go on from here. 

An outraging loneliness inside, feeding on my faiths.




Lost control, in silence I admit.

In doubt and vain, I wish for wistful rain. 




What have I become? A million ghosts of whispers.

No skies to rest my soul, no stars to be dreamt of.




Drowning in my oceans, oblivion of my heart.

Life murdered with all of what might have been.




And now, I stand here. Echoes of regrets and loneliness.

Push me beyond the edge, for the wheel of life keeps going on.

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