Like Me Poem by Cee Bea

I knew that there was
nothing
more
I
could
do.

It was as if
being chased by a ghost
with haunted eyes
and stunning stillness

every time I spoke
this ghost did what ghosts do
….what ghosts can do

This ghost though,
aggravating to say the least
was locked into gracious place's

and always, always welcome

But the ghost, like me
could not see everything
and like me was
waning in questions
and in fear of the answers