I dread the day for I am a ghost
I dread the night for i am alone and cant sleep because my parents only fight about who's wrong and who's right
I dread the day my long time love walks the other way
I dread today
I dread almost every day
I am a ghost lost in time and space not knowing if this life is real or fake
Unrecognizable without a face
I can not be found
Im gone with no foot print
With no trace
In the darkness I wait for a greater date
When I was put here it must have been a punishment or just fate
All I seem to feel is empty and hate
About the Creator
Keely Shae
Just a poet in the making
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