Shadows & Ghosts

Restless is this lethargy
As it seeps across the bones like a chill
And clenches the mind like a feverish ache
That settles in the eyes
To shut them half amd darken much
The world before us.
Oh how hunger holds no thirst
And the stomach bothers not
With bellygroans of wanting no
Tis only a deep churning in the very pit
Of ourselves, that feels physically sick to its core, for reasons of sentiment.
How sentiment turns to nothing
A vacant numbness that holds
Loosely grasping but tightly clenched
In the feathery tendrils of its iron folds.
How the world holds no sleep
Amd day feels quite like night
And night is like a bottomless hell of shadows and monsters and blight
Never shall we find our peace
In the pieces that we have become
The open wounds have dried like stone
Our zeal, our zest, has hardened like bone,
Our eyes like a long dead furnace
Where an intense fire once burned
Amd now nothing there is left,
In earnest, nothing
Where i used to be.
So i wander the ghostly world
As the vague, ghostly shadow of me.