Pale ghosts against dark walls, <br /> figures thirsting for freedom <br /> <br /> Loveless styles force quick arrival, <br /> one way doors heavy their souls. <br /> <br /> Ghosts possess souls, <br /> though dark walls do conceal. <br /> <br /> Freedom is there <br /> souls all cannot hear <br /> <br /> Dimensioned freedom <br /> exists for ghosts who thirst. <br /> <br /> Have not these ghosts discovered <br /> contrasting love within infinite darkness?<br /><br />Elizabeth Wiles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-souls/
