You see them
Yet ignore them
A broken ghost whisperer
Ignoring what calls to you
You say it was for good
But the good of only yourself
Because the ghosts rot away
Calling and begging for an answer
While they're dead to you
They are finally learning
That You're better off dead to them
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
