Familiar

He floats above the air as a familiar,

His footsteps mute, unnoticed

His presence felt by few

Insanity the price possessed

Exacerbated by hoaxes of his relatives

Unspoken is his name

But the truth of his physicality;

Brutality serving as evidence

Unable to conjure the words

Of his realness, he is there

Mentality unaligned with reality

Who to share the secret of his ghost

Is it my ghost that I am scared?

This sacred garden a secret,

Graveyard perhaps appropriate,

Of which he is from

only others beliefs of his existence could save me

my truth an apparent mirage

but not to everyone

hope, the ears listens

to my riddles cry

solitude by the mouths concurrence

the ghost I knew was of myself

intangible weights to my being

beating me down, although light

i trained under his presence

the fog of his white shadow

cleared by the sunny days

for now, he is unfamiliar.