Lonely Ghost

by BrightBlack   Nov 10, 2005


Through this lonely world I wander.
A ghost.
The last few days of my life spent.

A locked door not now a dead end.
Open.
Arms outstretched to let me through.

Now that I am dead, I am alone.
Invisable.
Soon I will be forgotten.

Left alone in my misery.
I cry.
For what I am, a lonely ghost.

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