Compilation of Poetry

Ghost

I believe I'm almost like a ghost, that is almost.

Not dead, not even close, just close, to a ghost, almost.

I am one, someone, who is no longer who I was, that's lost

Lost because my history is a mystery, okay that's a lie.

There are some, some who remember who I was.

Was time moving fast, for that's the past, and the past has passed.

Memories pass into a blur, blur of things that did occur

Who I was is outdated, outdated and hopefully it's faded.

Faded like a phantom image, imagining that it's gone.

Gone from the present, presently stalking me from the past.

Past being what happens last, lastly happening to me,

Me, a ghost, well, close to a ghost, a ghost haunting me