Haunted Poem by Ashley Meers

I used to cry myself to sleep at night.
You saw me as a glass window with more
Interesting things on the other side.

The sight of me seemed to make you
Feel UN eased, like I was but a unicorn in
The forbidden forest. I didn't exist.
You singled me out from the crowd like

I was something out of a movie. Dark,
Dangerous, demonic. Something not right.

But what was left? Me crying waterfalls.
Waterfalls of hatred and horror. Had I done
Something wrong? Yes, Yes, Yes.

A black night lead me to the conclusion.
Something wicked but wonderful. A grey
Plaque that lay on the ground. Dusty, dirty.

Like a dark day director I quickly became aware.
It was my grave stone. No flowers, no reaves,
Nothing. Just an old, tatty stone. A picture of
My past. I had no future.