Ghosts
Are they all around us
Living just natural
Like you and me
In a apparent shrouded community
Brushing past us knowingly
Touching our skin just to see
To feel any sense of loss
Any piece of skin
Soaked wet with tears of pain
How it must hurt them
To know they have seen so many
We will never see again
To know what they know
And not have the ability
To push through
It takes believing
It takes something more out of this world
To make the dead come to you
My Mum could be in this room
She could be watching over me
But why cant she let me know
That ghosts do exist
And they're not ghosts
They're loved ones who won't let go
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