Sapantaha| Poetry Collection

Poem 100| Ghost have taken away the things I liked

Ghost have taken away the things I liked

As a child there are a lot of things I loved.
Fate must have lead me to find all that.
I loved drawing. I loved writing. I loved dreaming.
There a lot of things I used to loved doing!

But one day they are all gone!
Piece by piece, one by one.
Frustrated, I kept looking for them.
But why can't I retrieve a single item?

My pens are gone, somebody must took them away!
Without my precious pen how could I write?
I want to write, but I kept staring on the paper all day...
But even words that used to echo in my mind have now disappear!

Now, won't anybody confess who took my crayons?
Without them, my drawing will be all black and white.
Plain and boring; living without meaning.
Frustrated, I can't even get my hands moving.

How about my books? Have anyone seen them?
Oh! There they are. But wait where are the pictures?
Endless words. Endless words that keep swirling in my mind.
I can't understand them without the pictures! Where are they?

You're all liars! You're the one who took them away
You're the one who took my dreams away.
Now tell me. Who are you!
Bring back the things I loved!

Alas! I know. The Ghosts!
They must have took them away.
Sneaking upon me, when I'm not looking.
I hate them! They made me look bad.

Because of those ghosts, nobody believed me.
They all blame me. Its my all fault they say.
Its all my fault that I've lost them! They say.
But I'm telling you the ghost did it. Who else would it be?

I hate them. I hate it.
I want them to get out my life!
But before they leaved.
Will they at least return the things I loved?