Shadow Of A Ghost In The Fog

Being alone in the cold & dark feels Like being dead in your own coffin. Isolated in the ground. Beneath the earth. The cemetery death surrounds. Nothing alive is found. If I had a choice not to see, hear, or speak. I would choose not to speak. Because I have to see & hear. It would feel like I'm dead I fear. I want friends with me who are near. I want to feel alive with the living. Not invisible as a ghost. No one is seeing or hearing. To be naked would people even notice? I do not want to fade. My life what it is, is what I made. In this hellish place I stayed. Not to disappear but to remain. Enter the way I came. Sleep next to me during the thunder. Embrace me in a peaceful slumber. Kiss me in the dark. Hold hands with me walking through the park. Love me daily. Remember me lately? You are just a memory. A vision I want to keep. Do not leave my side. Or I may weep. You shy away to hide.