Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Fantasy
GHOST by Dheric Da Poet
They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
So as they turned my significance on and off,
I pretended day and night were passing by.
And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot,
I wondered. Why did I die?
They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed.
Never heard me when I spoke.
Never saw me when I appeared.
Never paid attention to who I really was.
So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me.
They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me.
They wore their black on their party clothes and —-
So I am a ghost.
One who is never seen,
And never spoken to.
The way of the ghost is never understood because it’s never noticed.
The troubles of the world never get to me.
Only the heat does.
I am the ghost of all times.
I am —–
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