Why is it that a ghost keeps his clothes his shackles on?
Is it even when we're dead we're still imprisoned
why is it that a ghost walks through walls isn't free
is it even when we're good or bad, we are all alone?
Why is it that a ghost wakes up in the twilight zone?
And believes he can scare even the likes of me
why is it even I walk these dark halls alone
why is it even I howl at the moon?
Why is it even I keep all my clothes on?
Why is it even I keep my shackles close
why is it my ex-lover is around every corner?
Why is it she can't see me
why is it I can't leave her?
Why is it I can't go?
Why is it I only hear?
oooooOOOOOooooo
oooooOOOOOooooo
oooooOOOOOooooo
... A ghost!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Work of an active imagination, well conceived and nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Mark and do remain enriched.
Glad you enjoyed it Chinedu, thanks!