Ghost

I can't keep reaching 

My arms outstretched indefinitely

They're not even received

Unwelcome they protrude like dead branches. 

In my mind I know it's pointless

To keep looking for signs of life

Everything feels hollow 

And yet at night I find my arms restless. 

I feel so without. 

Existence feels redundant. 

It doesn't matter what I do

What I say

How I look

I'm just a ghost. 

You don't see me.