Second Floor Ghost

There is a ghost who lives on the second floor

she cries all day for the rain in her life

relentless it pours on all that she made

washes out the good to replace it with pain

Outside they know her as no one

the unseen lady from around the block

to whom no one speaks and no one listens

her endeavours are wasted on the silent city walls

Here in this wilderness of anonymous faces

unseen is she who brings with her the rain

unnoticed she wails alone in her apartment

as it comes bouncing back to her from cold walls

She echoes with the past as it comes back to haunt her

sitting by the bed being solely forgotten

while in her mind movies play which can't be erased

the past forever etched on her face.