Delusion through the glass

A ghost through hallways

Motionless

Fare

          Wooshing  

                              Passed people who don’t care

They think I’m fake

For I’m a

               Ghost    

       

But do(nt) ghosts have souls

 I’m listening dear

      Please have no fear

             do(nt) shed a tear

When did i become so little

   Why do you see me

            As

                  Pitiful

                         Shrivel

I’ll tell you

Some-thing you do(nt) need to

  hear(er) I’m not

        Little baby

          Wipe your tears

              I’ll be fine

        

                   As of right now

                             This

       Is

                  goodbye...

Reviews

[Jane]

I love the format and the detail!!!! Maybe you can explain more of how the Ghost feels?

[Thatonekid]

i like the way you formatted it, overall it´s a great poem. Maybe in the first line trying hinting at the fact that it´s a ghost without directly telling the audience that it´s a ghost.

[crybabykylie]

i really like the imagery, maybe add like youll be ok too love or something idk its
ur poem