Ghosts

What is a ghost, is it a cluster of feelings and needs
hopes and dreams left unfulfilled
the best and worst a raw jumble of meanings
That we tried to sort through all our lives but couldnt
The best we wanted people to see in us but they just wouldnt
So now we float through eternity transperant and unseen
Only acknowledged for spirits we are, nothing personal to it
Misunderstood and ignored
Unheard and seen through
never felt or touched
Ghosts of our past, ghosts of our deeds
Ghosts that live within us and tell us we matter to noone so we dont really exist
A bog so deep in the well of our being
Where fantasies meet crushing, brutal realities of life
Ghosts dwell there of our dreams, which all died an infant death
Ghosts of actions we regret to this day
Scary and ghoulish ghosts of our sins
Romantic and warm ghosts of that coveted first kiss
All those ghosts, all those memories, all within and in distant horizon beyond
Ghosts of enormous human heart that keeps beating even after the body is long gone.