Near the door stood a sad little ghost.
With no words it stood in a plain empty void.
Trapped with few words as well as family that never came.
There it sat,
Waiting for more.
Or at least for something of greatness and gold.
With no home to go to
It sat quite alone.
In an empty gloomy world full of remorse.
In a space full of ghosts and plain imagination.
They're are all purely dead.
Or at least that's what they're told,
Said the little ghost as it wept to the open world.
With an empty mind in an empty void.
It no longer stayed,
Instead it behaved.
Or at least that's what others told.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
