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.
.
They remain among the living,
With no sense of touch or taste.
Now they're always suffering
Because their foolish haste.
.
They drift in their despair,
Forever to remain.
They learn the price of eternity,
And immortality's pain.
.
Now, forever wandering,
They think of their misfortune,
And how, if they could die again,
They'd gladly take their portion.
.
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
