Doors Of Weeping Ghosts

Doors Of Weeping Ghosts
© Surazeus
2026 05 21

Every house in every city on Earth 
is guarded well by doors of weeping ghosts 
that hum with wordless voices of the past, 
so I wonder if my brain consciousness 
is more artificial in how it dreams 
human memories as if they are my own. 

Though the Earth seems to swallow all our tales, 
and hide them in our doors of weeping ghosts, 
we slyly search for serpent in the grove 
to answer riddles born of intellect 
so we can find the secret key of lies 
that may release our memories from the rain. 

The wind that hums with hunger of the earth, 
trapped by despair in doors of weeping ghosts, 
never turns kind from mercy of the clouds, 
yet when it speaks the names of those we love 
we dare record them on old temple walls 
so our descendants may remember them. 

She smiles at me with sunrise over hills 
so I may unlock doors of weeping ghosts 
who hide in shadows that our bodies cast 
so we feel shiver of their hidden pain 
since suffering teaches us to understand 
cost of memories we dare not leave behind. 

While I strum broken lyre of Mercury 
that carves our thoughts on doors of weeping ghosts, 
I channel tales of tongueless characters 
who wander lost in pages of old books 
till my voice resurrects their souls from words 
and gives them life in hearts of listeners. 

Few would forget stark cries of anxious hope 
that still vibrate from doors of weeping ghosts 
each time we dare approach with reticence 
from calm respect for bitter rage at death 
to enter hollow hearts of fortitude 
and measure memories we sold long ago. 

Yet Arabella climbs the broken stairs 
with hope to open doors of weeping ghosts 
against authority of fearful men 
who wish to hide vile secrets they conceal, 
though cracks in walls of faith cannot dispel 
divine rays that expose vexatious truths. 

I number every home on signless road 
with rooms enclosed by doors of weeping ghosts 
to map our global maze of morbid myths 
that present tales of failure and success, 
though Death heaps all our bodies in one grave 
while Earth keeps spinning in the songless void.