Ghosts

I envy the cold stones around me
Standing tall in a world
where I cannot

Some headstones shatter
Collapsing to pieces
No more worthy in death
than in life

of standing tall.

There are no more ghosts in graveyards
than everywhere

Inside my head
Clouding my heart
Ghosts are transient
They come and go as they please

Can I go, please?

There are no more ghosts in graveyards
than inside me
or in my soul