Jennifer Ottinger

Rookie (8/10/94 / St. Paul)

Ghosting - Poem by Jennifer Ottinger

Picking up the suitcase
Looking back at my path
The eyes burning holes
What have I done?
Doors begin to close
Lights and thoughts flicker
Voices echo behind me
House emptied of memories
Dreams haunting every dark moment
I was always a ghost

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011


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