Cliché, Cliché Everywhere

Non cliche chappie (Ghost)

I've never written a poem before but idk why but suddenly i feel like writing one for my school's year book. This is what i've written. Roast me for being an amateur.

Ghost

With a clap of thunder

The clouds bled

Towards my room i fled

As all that cascaded before my eyes became red

Bolted the locks on my rooms door

And ensured to block every peep-hole

I sought refuge inside the closet

My eyes kept drippin' like a faucet

Cries choked my throat as the unholy intruder

The one who got in and got away

Opened my dark bedrooms door again

Being a corpse of an old memory

My demon... You have become so vague

After these 16 years, oh my demon

After these 16 years of me remembering your sins

And repeating this suffocating play

I now realize this now as i hide

there is no ghost or a demon

It is just me in this graveyard of a body

With memories

Which stole my departed spirit's sanity

I have lost what i was before

All that i am now is the ghost itself

I no longer look under the bed to search for ghost

All that i have to do is look in the mirror

And smile

At the absence of my reflection

           -Lizzy Sidd