Ghost

Lost and forgotten,

I roam my house,

my home,

my sanctuary.

I watch silently as a new family moves in.

I know I cant do anything,

and my mind wanders upon this thought

as my eyes water and tears stain my pain-filled face.

Lost and forgotten,

I roam my house,

my home, my sanctuary.

I watch, saddly,

as the new family's children

pick on the youngest sibling.

I know that she, too,

feels lost, forgotten, hated...

Lost and forgotten,

I roam my house,

my home,

my sanctuary.

Using powers I've never known I have,

I help the little one escape

the grasp of it's older siblings.

Lost and forgotten,

I roam my house,

my home,

my sanctuary.

I look carefully at the child,

whose pale blue eyes stare back at mine.

Her soft, brown hair matted against her face.

And I realize something... Examining her pale skin,

I know... I know that this young girl is me.

Lost and forgotten,

I find myself in a case when I wake up...

And I know soon that I shall die,

yet again. But now I shall be,

and stay lost and forgotten,

roaming my house,

my home,

my sanctuary.

Because I have

been given too many chances.

Lost and forgotten,

I roam my house,

my home, my sanctuary.

And I know...

I shall forever remain a ghost.

Reviews

[Kelley]

I like this poem a lot ! It kind of reminds me of a Twilight Zone thing. Anyway great write!!!
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Sebastian Falzarano]

Yes, exactly. I think there is a twist in here:
"I look carefully at the child,
whose pale blue eyes stare back at mine.
Her soft, brown hair matted against her face.
And I realize something... Examining her pale skin,
I know... I know that this young girl is me."
and later on:
"And I know soon that I shall die,
yet again"