A wraith is a spirit with unfinished business, whose body has not necessarily completely died. A somewhat premature ghost.
There still so much I want to do
My life is through, but I am trapped
Here, racked with agony, in bed.
I’m not yet dead, but pretty close
Who knows when I will be released
Or if, at least, I’ll still be here
To strike fear into all the hearts
Of those who wronged me in this life
Who caused me strife? I want revenge.
My soul unhinges, pulls away
I will not stay and wait to die
I’ll say goodbye before I go.
You know exactly who you are,
The harm you caused. You think that I,
Because I’m dying, will forget?
Oh no, not yet.
Tom Juniper Poetry 