Hello! Leefy here. I came up with this poem a couple of days ago, and my sister and I thought it was awesome enough to post on FFN. So, here it is!

Ghosts


Ghosts;

An imprint of someone.

A coward, you may find.

It's very tragic, really,

That they chose to stay behind.

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They remain among the living,

With no sense of touch or taste.

Now they're always suffering

Because their foolish haste.

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They drift in their despair,

Forever to remain.

They learn the price of eternity,

And immortality's pain.

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Now, forever wandering,

They think of their misfortune,

And how, if they could die again,

They'd gladly take their portion.

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Freezing those of the living

Of whom they do pass through.

Celebrating death-days,

As that is all they can do

.

Pearly white, transparent beings

Forever left on Earth;

They thought to live forever.

Now they know what it's not worth.

Ghosts.


So, there it is. If you like it, please review—I love getting feedback for my poetry! :D (My morbid, never-ever-cheerful poetry despite the fact that I look horribly cheerful on the internet. XD)

~Loopy Leefy