August 20, 2020
The ghost slowly
Enters my mind
A crashing headache
Carries out its role
Like depression
Ready to swallow inner peace
Shattering the happiness
Of a once contented soul
The soil awaits
For our lifless form
Raising a hand mirror
Up to my face
A devilish grin
forms on my reflection
Lies floating in my eyes
A desire to torment my soul
I slapped a palm
Over my mouth
Heart pounding
in my weak chest
Realization strikes
Worst than a crashing headache
I am the ghost
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1 AM Reminders
PoesíaAwards: 3rd place in poetry Shimmer Awards (September 2020) Highest Ranks - #1 -Poem [July 30,2020] #2-Poet [October 4, 2020] #1-Poemcollection(August 5, 2020) #4 Poetry (August 8, 2020) #2-thoughts Cover by @salonisaran
