I see someone staring at me,
There face full of pain and sorrow,
I try to touch her,
But she faded away.
What did i see?
Was it a ghost?
Or was it my imagetion?
I got out if the shower,
And seen someone in the mirror,
I wiped around and found no one there.
Who was it?
Why was she here?
What did she want?
I woke up at midnight,
And seen her again,
But something was different,
This girl looked familiar to me.
Her eyes were red from crying,
Her blues eyes looking sad and lonely,
But i couldn't fine what was wrong with her.
She forced a smile at me,
I did a small one back,
Than i realised the girl i've been seeing was me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...that was a kicker in the end. A haunting piece that drew me into your world, what more can a poet wish for. Watch that spelling Lorissa, I don't care but others will. Excellent. Best Regards. Craig.