Ghost
Can’t you see?
When you shove past me
In your eyes
For a moment
I don’t exist
Drowning in a mist
Of oblivion
It’s a crime
To witness
You having a jolly time
Having a toast
To life
Once again
Ignore my presence
Continue to
Walk through me
As though I’m a despondent ghost
This occurs with such frequency
Think I’m numb to the pain?
No damnit, I have feelings
I’m somebody too!
Copyright © Emily Marks | Year Posted 2005
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