Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:59

I walk.

All around me there is silence.

I feel alone.

What have I done, so horrible, I cannot attone?

All around they talk.

I try and join, but am greeted by silence.

I am a ghost.

I am not here.

I am as a thought upon the air,

Invisible but everywhere.

My world is black and white.

A fact I cannot fight.

I see a light. Floating in the mist.

It flickers gently, a beacon.




I walk towards it.