The Ghost In Me
They were brushing me for always
Touching without me ever knowing
Like a shadow without voices who say
Or perhaps I’m not the one listening
Ghostly to only remain
Never a hinder... never the sign
A difference for when life’s the same
Yet to factor... might just be the dishonest design
Have I not chose to notice...
Would they have appeared?
Yet, isn’t life forever unpolished?
If not much more to be simply weird
The ghost in me to never speak
For the voice in me is forever at peace
The being of me if not too weak
Yet when is life I know at its ease
Have they not touch me for always?
Of course I’m never bothering
Simply a shadow voiceless to say
Perhaps I’m now the one listening