He was lost
On the sea
Of exhaust
They found him
Covered in frost
Unbeknownst
To them
He wandered into the forest
And found the Ghost,
Of Misfortune
And with utmost respect
The boy said
"I know you are the Ghost,
Of Misfortune, which
Is why I plea to thou.
I have seen too much misfortune
In this life of mine."
And with a flick of the wrist
He barged into the boy's mind
To the ghost's surprise
The boy was right
His life was sprinkled
With misfortune
Everywhere.
The ghost let out a sigh
And sent him back
To the humans
Just this time, there was no
Misfortune in the boy's life
For years to come.
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
