A Ghost Poem by patrick o'shaughnessy

A Ghost



a bitter space
from in between
a broken face
that cant be seen

a haunting moon
a quickened glance
the mountains
ask the clouds to dance

in the cracks
the broken shells
waterfalls
a fiery hell

a ghost
you'll never see
you'll never know
that it was me

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