A Ghost Inside myself, I'm looking into the mirror but there's nothing there a image of a clear claire,
I'm staring and staring but there's nothing there when looking into the mirror a reflection of me should be there looking back at me to see
Empty canvas of a painting of an artist but there's nothing there when looking at the blank canvas where the painting should be for all to see
How strange can this be, not to see what should be seen
The eyes can play tricks with the mind at times and I'm wondering now if my mind is playing tricks on my mind this time
When at times my voice could be heard from another room, but now it seems like I can't be heard standing in the same room
I can't explain the why are things that is going on that I can't not see, but the only thing I know of I'm no longer here to be seen or heard, but now I know that I'm dead,
I have passed away without knowing it was too late to say I love you
05/17/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty canvas of a painting of an artist amazes mind while we do not become able to see anything. This poem is really very amazingly drafted.10