My Ghost

I found my Ghost
He's always mumbling
Under his breath
Always running
Away from others
He carries a
Notebook full
Of words he
Thinks matter
But no one
Ever read them
Except him
That's why he's
A ghost

View diamond_wills_new_war's Full Portfolio
KindredSpirit's picture

Well

I am a spirit.

 So I feel a lot in common

 But I don't believe in everything

 But U had me chuckling anyways

allets's picture

Oh ha!

Poet-to-Poet, I was a ghost once. I relate to this poem. No one read me and I felt exactly like this. I enjoyed this truth and remember what it was to feel ghost-like. Nice poeting ~slc~