she was the ghost in his headlights,
but he was the light at the end of her dark tunnel,
confused by the light he stopped,
but nothing appeared to be there,
the light she saw,
was just another crying out wolf
he began to drive away,
but the thought of that ghost still on his mind,
the trick,
tricked her,
but she is not giving up here,
as soon as he got home,
he stepped in the shower
as soon as she got home,
she sat in the running bath water
he wondered why seeing that ghost keeps happening to him,
she keeps wondering if this will ever fucking end
he has a solution,
she hasn't found one yet
struggling,
to winning
tears stream down both they're faces
where did we go wrong?
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poetrydeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
