Three Ghosts

I live in a house with two ghosts

Mirrored in themselves when they are near the other

They drift through each other

But alone they seem nearly solid

They are solid on late nights alone

Up reading a book while everyone else is out

They are solid when they are home alone

 

I live in a house with two ghosts

But they were not always so

It has been a while, but I can faintly remember

Like spectral tendrils curling around the cobwebs of my head

When they were not so pale and flimsy

I remember growing up without any ghosts

I don’t remember when they became like that

 

I live in a house with two ghosts

They float diagonally cutting each other off at the doorway

Racing around at night, a winter storm

Poltergeists always slamming the door shut

To have the final say in things

Better left unspoken then to be buried for

Souls left unfulfilled at the altar again

 

I live in a house with three ghosts

After living a lie of a life

Haunted by what i only know to be truth

It isn’t normal to be possessed like this.

This poem is about: 
My family

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