I'm a ghost,
like smoke in the air, here then not there,
when needed most
I'm a fraud,
joy you had, now you're sad,
without a God
I'm a lie,
a memory distorted, a dream aborted,
a tear in your eye
I'm a spark
So quickly does go the ember's glow,
leaving you in the dark
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: January 16th, 2024 04:21
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
Comments3
You a ghost-writer?! lol.
Ghost rider in the sky or ghost writer on the sly I'm not sure. Thanks Orchi
You are the Ghost of thoughts that hide in the recesses of our minds. Without shape or form you plague us in those dark places. A remarkable ghost story, all too real my friend. A great write!
Thank you Bella for your kind and most creative comment. Your comments are always so welcome.
"I'm behind you!"
Andy
Thanks Andy I appreciate any ephemeral support. Your comment is so appreciated
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