Riverbank Ghost

Lost tribe
Long dead, all gone
Her soul empty, her heart broken

Lost name
Worthless and empty
Nameless vessel of the past

Lost soul
Doomed to wander empty shores
In some ways, just like her

Lost dreams
Cut short by the future
Progress ending life's progression

Lost thoughts
Longing, dreaming, for
A warm hand in a ghostly one

Lost voice
Now, she opens her mouth, tries to sing
And all that comes out is screaming