
In The Company Of Ghosts…
London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts within they speak to me, vividly, with angry sighs of untold misery and bygone injustice, of suffering and sorrows vast, labour and endurance of stones they had build to last the lost souls that always will remain… urging me to switch sides, insisting I should stay. Tempting me with unkind words; saying the living have nothing to offer someone like … Continue reading In The Company Of Ghosts…