Spectre
What is it like--
To be a ghost?
Does your breath suddenly turn to chill
Or your body a pale impression of what it was, once?
Do people suddenly stare at you, through you,
All the while you scream for their attention?
Do animals suddenly stare, faces seemingly frowning, as you pass by?
Does the world flow--
Hauntingly... as if the living are the ghosts and you the human?
Or is it nothing,
Nothing at all?
Is becoming a ghost like ceasing to exist--
Every memory erased,
Every clue or sign or shifting curtain
Eradicated,
As if your existence never happened?
Do they bury you and your pursuits--
And then forget?
So,
The question becomes:
What does it mean,
To be a ghost?
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A Collection of Poems
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that I have written. Updates will most likely depend on how much inspiration I have to write at the time (apologies). {Warning! Some may or may not be depressing/very gory!}
