After the Apocalyps

The day came when the balance shifted
The ghosts outnumbered those of flesh
You walked through malls and streets
You stopped in cafeterias but all seats were taken
Spectres talking, no space left for the living

You looked around, crying out
Is anyone there
      Is anyone there
           Is anyone there

The dead ignored you as you always had them
You touched yourself, looked down at your feet
Jumped up and down, trying to believe your reality

It slipped, it wavered as you searched for life
So very few remained, they fled like ghosts
You never went hungry, there was always food
And booze, always booze

You searched on, crying out from time to time
Is anyone there
      Is anyone there
           Is anyone there

So rare, you often thought you imagined it
A shade looked up, body transparent
Eyes that showed the walls behind
Turned to you, frowned

You cherished these moments
That you were seen
That made you feel alive

first published: NewMyths.com