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The Ghost

June 17, 2024
By JH619 BRONZE, San Diego, California
JH619 BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel." -Tupac Shakur


On a cold and stormy night, there was a cold breeze, 

yet this was a cemetery where nothing stirred but flees. 

But in this cemetery there was a story to tell, 

And all it started with, was the chimes from the bell. 

 

In this cemetery, there resided a ghost, 

a ghost that had nothing to boast. 

He floated around like a kite caught in the wind, 

why couldn't he find the person within? 

 

He found a vine that kept his heart bound,

and all that did was pull his memories down.

He would glide and search throughout the wreched night,

until he had finally found a rusty old knife.

 

So he hacked at the vine,

hoping to eventually remove this hellish bind, 

and slowly but surely his truth was revealed, 

full of flowers and emotions only he could feel. 

 

He saw a happy man enjoying his life, 

yet all the ghost could feel was a feeling of strife.

The man had a loving wife and a job that paid well, 

could he have wished for a life more swell? 

 

The man would stare into her eyes like it was an endless sea. 

She shined brighter than the stars, that's the women he wanted to keep. 

He would never let her go, no matter how tired he was. 

She was the chime in his life, and that was the way it was. 

 

Yet he didn't pay attention to the clouds in the sky,

for those clouds had caused the wedding bells to wither and die. 

For she had relapsed and flew without a clue,

That's all it took to turn the brightest skys blue.  

 

He walked into his house like an uninvited ghost,

with a Valentines Day gift ready to boast. 

All the lights were off with only a ghost in the air, 

and what he witnessed was to much to bare. 

 

He walked in as silence filled the air,

as pain took over, a pain that wasn't fair. 

The same pain killers that subdued the pain,

is what threw his loves life down the drain. 

 

He thought about everything, until he pondered the knife, 

with the sad hopes of ending this unswell life. 

He searched until he found it, 

and kept cutting in the hopes of reuniting with his wife. 

 

The ghost stoped hacking as he saw the truth, 

as he slowly saw that his wishes never came true. 

Now he roams the cemetery looking for his dead wife, 

forever stuck to roam and haunt, throughout this dead night. 


The author's comments:

This was one of the first poems I had ever made, which has gone through a lot of revisions and changes throughout it's life span. I always had the intention of writing about grief or loss. Then, I eventually came to the idea of a ghost being able to perfectly represent and tell the story that I wanted to portray.

I hope that through this poem, I can not only take you on an emotional roller coaster full of ups and downs, but I can also show you a little bit of everything when it comes to my writing style. I hope to continue publishing more poems after this with more stories, topics, and emotions that not many people tend to think about. So with that being said, I hope you enjoy and I hope you come back to see more of what awaits in my mind. 


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