A Fleeting Memory
'A fleeting memory'
There's a ghost in my room.
It looks familiar.
It's trying to tell me something,
but no noise is heard.
It starts to flicker.
I feel conflicted emotions.
I try to hug her.
But she fades.
Now I'm lost,
searching for meaning,
a reason to live,
A reason not to die.
After I lost it all.
Copyright © Frare Grace | Year Posted 2023
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