Here in myself I find me lost <br />As I fragment inside the core <br />These tiny scatterings of shell <br />Are spilling out onto the floor <br /> <br />I do believe I’m breaking up <br />This I was sure I’d never do <br />My channel’s unidentified <br />No frequency is getting through <br /> <br />For this day brings me no agenda <br />With lack of speech and empty head <br />All conversations disengaged <br />A loss of life the soul has bled <br /> <br />I am autumnal to the touch <br />With much abandonment of thought <br />I lack direction or result <br />With zero reading in the eyes <br /> <br />Right now I’m found unoccupied <br />While in the undercurrent laid <br />There’s no reaction to the world <br />I am departed from the day <br /> <br />As my reflection seems to fade <br />There’s little of me here to see <br />I’m much less obvious than before <br />Today I am the ghost of me<br /><br />Alison Mary Dunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-of-me/
