ghost

that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone

that buzzes from the depths of your soul

to the teeth in your skull

to the tips of your fingers, bouncing on the keys,

that sensation of being watched

from the alleyway to the pews,

from the bar to the graveyard,

the sensation of eyes transfixed on you

(just you only you);
that's me.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

upnorthdavid

Wow, powerful! Keep writing, please!

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