Shall we beat this or celebrate it?
This has changed me: now
I’m not the one to talk things through.
Some things may never be
Understood, the problem of evil
For example. Yet still they say all
Works out for good.
I’m afraid I’ll never trust
Myself to live
Again. Resurrection seems a promise
Saved for other people
Or after physical death. The metaphor
That is the soul, perhaps irredeemable.
I am just a ghost I hope
You may walk right through.
Leave this image for another,
Say a prayer and
Let it be done.