The Ghost Poem by c...sdb kind

As they took terns speaking of pain
As they took pleasure in the pasts
As they smiled, as they cried,
Silence spoke at last
My hart began to leak
My face began to vanish
The sound of friendly strangers
Seemed familiar, seemed attached
I told them of my hurt
I told them my design
Physically, mentally, spiritually
My head went down
My voice went small
I began to listen to the sick
I began to hear my ghost