Spirits I've heard about spirits Who linger the earth... They wander in pain... And "stake-out" some turf... Scaring the hell out of Those still alive... With "spooky-like" images-- Like it's how they survive... What I don't get is... Why they haven't gone... For some silly posession... They're still hanging on. Afraid to let go of The "flash" of their lives... An "instant" in time... But, forever they strive... To me they are lost And won't see the light... The doors to Utopia.. Are there within sight. That's why I have worked To rid my desire Of worldly posessions... For of them we will tire... Do they not know! Can they not see! This world's NOT the end... Beyond is ecstasy... The chance to be free... Truly free... MaggieBirth sign: Capricorn
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by maggie.