Ghosts Poem by Angelica Duardo

Talk to me
Tell me that it’s fine

I hear myself having this conversation
But you won’t talk back,
There’s no response

Are you even here?
Can you even hear me?
Do you even care?

It’s like talking to ghosts
You are as dead as those souls
You keep haunting me away
You keep taking all apart

You break, you move
You storm into the rooms
I’m scare to see the real me
I’m scare to know how it feels

You’re pale as snow
Still no response
I need to know
If you’re still here
Here with me and my ghosts
Here with me when I’m alone