I dreamed about a world
Where ghosts never leave.
They roamed the earth
so ordinarily.
They don't wear white
but instead wear red.
And they live as if
They were never dead.
But within this dream,
I didn't really die...
To appear in that world
Where ghosts lie...
Instead, through a painting
That was hung on the wall.
Once I walked through it,
I can't come back at all.
From the world I now live in --
the world of no more,
I sometimes cry
whenever I see my dad by the door...
I call out to him
with tears and regret.
But he can't hear me,
Not even a bit...
So everyday, in that new life
I lie staring through the wall...
Waiting for someone
To answer my call...
September 24, 2017
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Poetry Hearts: A Collection of Poems 🌟
PoetryMy compilation of poems, letters, and speeches. "Poetry is what makes me open... It clears my thoughts, letting me express what I feel deep inside... It's harmonic and mellow like a magical lullaby..."
