Residual Poem by Jeremy Horsford

My heart stopped whilst wandering the halls of
living ghosts within the minds of the deceased.

The hope to resuscitate my fallen soul, has me
yearning for withdrawal symptoms.

All that I know...blundered...wasted. Yet a
glimmer of hope radiates from the sun.

The beat of the drum is heard throughout the
vessel, touching all that are present.

My eyes beg for attention, only to be greeted
with hollow stares, which cease in a sea of
silence, whistling a forgotten name to a tune
of the unknown remaining the unknown.

That yearning feeling has me crying out
for...that which I hold dear, that which I
lost, that which I can never recover.