Ghost

There is a ghost, right behind my back
who appears in dead black
whispering continually
i choose to ignore usually;
today i heard it say,
how long are you gonna stay?
one day, your mask will crack
I wont be there on your back
that day, who will speak?
I, you, or some other freak?

Reviews

[Nickle]

this was another interesting poem...i like ur idea of the shadow thats like her mask and helps hide herself from others and the fact that at the end it was like a "what r u gonna do when you finally crack" type thing...nice poem :)

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Nicely written poem with a ghost theme like my Ghost ship i like that,this is probably in all honesty relates more to one's Muse Which is our our spiritual alta-ego.