Ghost Existence Poem by Pedro Nuno Dias

I look myself in the mirror
but who do I see?
A faint ghost of a pale existence
living a life not of my own.
A shadow of dreams undone,
A scream of a pain unheard.
Its a gleaming presence,
like a foggy realization.
Something you touch
but fail to perceive.

Like a conquering hero
returning home years after
forgetting what he'd achieved
not finding what he had left;
crying not knowing why,
avenging not knowing who,
living lonely with so many friends,
sighing deeply for so many lovers,
a pale figure of a man
once so mighty and brave.