This spirit roams the vacant corridors, <br />searching for something that’s uppermost, <br />in his mind. <br />Disturbing the air, causing a chilly <br />atmosphere, strange, eerie, a ghost <br />of humankind. <br />Continuously on his quest, he has <br />haunted these aisles for centuries, <br />decades and years. <br />He cannot leave this sphere until he has <br />solved all his trials and laid to rest <br />his wretched fears. <br /> <br />Earthbound soul, no respite ever, nowhere <br />to go until released from torment <br />and despair. <br />How long will he have to wander hour <br />after hour, with discontent, in an <br />endless nightmare. <br />This spirit roams the vacant corridors, <br />in pursuit of another. He’s <br />a despiser. <br />Battle without end, perpetual <br />exploration. The other is no <br />compromiser. <br /> <br />Possessed, this apparition, floating about, <br />no sound, just a silent <br />aura of unease. <br />Will he still be suspended in his <br />no man’s land, unable to move on. <br />Abhorrer in crises. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earthbound-soul/
