Ghost World

Barren, empty days lead to endless lonely nights,

Most pray for riches, I pray just to belong.

Population overload, but still I do not know what makes me so transparent.

 

The ghost world I inhabit has nothing and no one for me, all of you like spirits who I can see but who cannot see me at all.

Haunting my own life, walking in endless patterns as I wait to be properly buried from my youthful death.

Thomas Spychalski

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