Ghost Poem by Andrea Scarpa

Ghost



I don't have time
yet it all goes to waste
how can I sleep on a broken neck?

Back and forth
I'm tired of this place
Trapped inside my own wreck

A ghost
my life
is it real?
I'm wandering in confusion

A cage
no hope
do I feel?
Regretting my illusion

Not so sure of
anything these times
wish I knew just what to do


Games of destiny
I never understood
but I really wanna go out and play

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