Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Fantasy
GHOST by Dheric Da Poet
They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.
So as they turned my significance on and off,
I pretended day and night were passing by.
And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot,
I wondered. Why did I die?
They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed.
Never heard me when I spoke.
Never saw me when I appeared.
Never paid attention to who I really was.
Hmm —–
So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me.
They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me.
They wore their black on their party clothes and —-
Not me.
So I am a ghost.
One who is never seen,
Never heard,
And never spoken to.
I see,
I hear,
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