Wraith

Heaviness fills the air
Halls once beating with life
Now have nobody there

Ghosts and memories roam
But leave no marks in dust
Spread thick upon my home

I live still but am rotten
A spirit burdened by time
And purpose now forgotten

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It is possible to die before you have died and for the past to be more present than the present. It doesn’t need to be this way, but all too often it is.