Ghost

So many gone

In the blink of an eye

You raise you eyebrows

And ask why

A void answers

That is it must be

You once weren’t

Tomorrow you cease to be

And yet in the corridors

One searches for the sound

One so hated to hear

Now wishes was around

And you wonder who’s the ghost?

The ones gone or the ones living?

Those gone had a reason to give

Who’s left who’s worth giving?

Put yourself in those Kong’s feet

Knowing you’ll measure to what they were:

The huge head’s mane, and the growling roar

Only to feel fluff and nothing but a whisper

You feel they left a legacy

Of awe composed of nothing but vocals

You wonder what legacy you’ll leave

When those around you now don’t see you as focal?

You hope you’ll impress the young

Like young you were once impressed.

But the young’s virtual life outlives yours

And you’re left wondering for what are you pressed?

So, you roam the walls in human form

Feeling you are more soul than substance

And one day that will be just the norm

As you look from above and see

How fare them those who saw you as sustenance?