City lights were the faint hum

of the ghost riding the rails,

struggling to exist,

but I was going the wrong way.

Trains screamed overhead,

and strangers blurred

before tired eyes.

Nobody was taking me home.

I couldn't go back,

and if I tried,

the price would be heavy.

So, here I was

in strange territory,

fading to black,

but I don't want to disappear.

But nobody will take me home,

so where do I go from here?

And sunlight trickles in

against faint dreams

that cling

like spiderwebs,

and a ghost rises

to a new day,

trying to exist.

 

Exist (Based on last night's dream)

by, Melissa R. Mendelson