Spirits Die Away

Why am I like this?

This curse that has plagued my life,

making me despondent and desultory.

Always lurking in the shadows unseen and unheard of.

Looming past the people of flesh.

Making them shiver.

Sometimes in trepidation, and in delight...

I am nothing but a ghost of a memory,

forgotten and renounced of my old life.

And when the spirits are forgotten,

slowly and painfully, fragment by fragment,

they die away.