Poetic Dreams - Other's Poems - Ghost - by: Holly - submitted: 7 June 2005

I think I’m alive, yet I’m not really here,
I’ve slipped out of reality.
Thought of as someone was merely “once was”.
Labelled by my fatality.

I’ve got so much to say, I’m screaming out,
But my voice is heard by none.
I’m writing my heart all over the walls,
But the bloods fades, my work is undone.

My hands are so bitterly cold,
And my face so pale and gaunt,
My feet never seem to touch the ground,
Of these lonely halls I haunt.

I’d sell my own soul to breathe again,
But I’ve nothing left to sell.
I spend my days cursing and wishing,
Caught between heaven and hell.

I’m a faceless, shapeless entity,
Drained of everything but pain,
Haunted by the very fact,
I know I’ll never live again.

Meri (172.170.125.77) -- Tuesday, June 7 2005, 02:11 pm

Mrs. Talent
Hey Holly! Ghost---you describe it so well in your poetry, you write so profoundly with a lot of detail! You go girl! All your projects, creations, and works are just super super! I had to say it twice, it's just that nice!

Mike (82.35.78.155) -- Friday, June 10 2005, 12:07 pm

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"I’m writing my heart all over the walls,
But the bloods fades, my work is undone."

I love those two lines.

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