Ghost
I am just an invisible force, a shadow
Only capable of affecting what knows I'm there.
If I were to be ignored I could still do damage,
Wreak havoc,
Make an impact.
Is it worth it?
If I'm not noticed, not recognized am I alive?
Do I still exist?
Some stare right through me to the depth I possess,
To the core of my soul.
I have a soul right?
I don't know,
It is hidden to me.
The usual implications that derive from consciousness have failed me.
He doesn't see me.
He doesn't see my wanting, anxiety, loneliness.
How can I be so lonely in a sea of people,
A crowd of living beings.
I'm a ghost, even to myself.
Please tell me what you truly think of this poem. It has deeper meaning than just the context words so try and read it more than once. I feel like an English teacher (lol).
