I walk the halls as they whisper and talk.
I'm dressed all in black, trying to tune out the endless whispers around me.
Not just from my peers but the ghosts roaming around.
They smell like death and fresh dirt from their graves.
Their endless screams and murmurs fill my head as I try to get to class.
I didn't want this.
I didn't want everyone to think of me as a bad omen.
One spell gone wrong,
One wrong word,
One slip up,
And I'm stuck with these transparent souls.
I try my best to ignore them, but they're persistent with their pestering,
Trying to drive me closer to the edge until I snap.
They want me to be afraid.
I should be afraid.
But I'm not.
I find a strange comfort in their presence, as vexing as they are.
I'm not scared of death.
I'm scared of dying, but those aren't the same.
The difference is pain and what I'll gain in the afterlife.
If there is one.
There has to be.
But what if there's not?
YOU ARE READING
Never Settle
PuisiThis is a collection of some poetry I wrote, please enjoy!! Poetry is something I've really gotten into recently and I had a really good time writing some of these!! :D Credits to the artist of the photo.
