A Touch Of Ghostly Emotions Poem by David Hunter

My mind races like a race car on the race track while my anger burns like fire.
When I'm sad and my tears are falling it feels as if I'm drowning, like I'm swimming in my own sea of tears. Like an empty jar in an empty cupboard in an empty house, I'm as lonely, scared, and thoughtless like a little child. Invisible or unseen like a ghost and silent like a calm wind when it blows, I was wandering around town full with feelings like a glass of water. It's as if it was like people filled the cup for nothing, but to evaporate.