Haunted

By a form, a shape,
A voice.
What are you?
Yes, you
Your color:
This pale melancholy
And these calls
Why?
Your white sounds
Of sorrow, of joy
Of a being.
My ruin, my future
Haunted now
Trapped
Where are you?
You are nowhere
But a feeling.
What happens now?
Your presence,
Your breath
The spells
And your gravity
Your strentgh,
Your fragility.
What –
What are you?
Yes:
You
Always you
You
You