Ghost Tattoo

Of all the tattoos etched into my skin There’s one that intrigues me the most, And that’s this tat from a few years ago, This tat of a little white ghost. You see, every night when I drift off to sleep, On my skin it tours all ‘round, From my arms to my back to my leg, thigh and hip, It tours without making a sound. And his quirky behavior, mannerisms and traits Remind me of people I’ve known, People I’ve known throughout my short life, Now buried beneath a headstone. This tattoo of a ghost calms down my soul, Calms me whenever I’m stressed, Today he’s gently relaxing my mind, On top of my heart on my chest.