Poem: Ghostly Encounters

Spela upp

Ghostly Encounters I’m dying,
I know that,
Yet my mind does not believe it.

I live every day,
Moving closer and closer,
To my loved ones.

I’m a haunting experience,
A daunting experience,
A thrill seekers paradise.

I’m pale and blue,
But not quite as free as the ocean or the sky.
Although I do sway like the waves,
From side to side. 

I have been called a ghost,
Yet I am alive.