Dejected In My Room Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dejection strikes me as a extreme word for a deep emotional state. I'm assuming the voice you are conversing with is a metaphor for the continual self-conversation that occurs in our heads. The voice warns (?) this dejected state may lead to a ghost's existence, shadowy, ineffectual, wandering purposelessly. These are my images; I'm assuming you envision a similar fate for a ghost. And it not an improvement in the speaker's situation. I'm not sure what FREEZING OF IMMORTALITY refers to. This is a Threshold Poem. The NEXT action/reaction of the speaker will be the determining event. What will it be?