A ghost am I

I search the world, I cannot find
A place beneath the sun
No home no family
No hands to touch to hold me close
No memory of the time when love was felt
I see the cloud in their eyes
Cold, undefine shapes I recognise
From picture book of ghosts that haunt
Stories told on nights dark slate
No figure past by mirrors shine
The image seen; I know is mine…

© anita dawes 2020