The Ghost I See
Is me
I am being stalked
Haunted by an ephemeral being
Often felt, seldom seen
What chicanery does it concoct
Its disguises are discreet
Like a lover’s whisper
Teasing me, a ghostly grifter
Which leaves me feeling bittersweet
I am being stalked
Haunted by an ephemeral being
Often felt, seldom seen
What chicanery does it concoct
Its disguises are discreet
Like a lover’s whisper
Teasing me, a ghostly grifter
Which leaves me feeling bittersweet
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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry