The Ghost In My Room
It was a cold winter night.
I had not slept yet.
A strong wind was blowing outside
It was raining, with lightning and thundering.
On that scary night,
I'm sure I did not dream the ghost that entered my room.
It was like a black shadow,
who stood in front of me.
I could not breathe,i was terrified.
The ghost then spoke: "you are like me"
and disappeared as if it had never been.
On that scary night,
again I could not sleep.
I was thinking about the ghost in my room
and doubt began to gnaw at me:
Did I live like a ghost, without leaving any mark on the road I made?
I was feeling sorry for myself.
Devilish thoughts seized me,
to live anymore did not make sense
haunted in this dark world
The morning light slid into the room
then into my head ...
I got out of bed furiously
and I shouted loudly as if a ghost were listening to me.
it's a new day, and i'm looking forward to new things.
I'm not like you...
I have God in my life.
I have goals.
I have a lot to walk.
I have a way to do.
I will fall, but I will find the strength to get up again.
If god let me
I want to go to the next life
when the hair on my head is gray
when my children have started their way
when I have no worries
when I feel fulfilled
and when my heart is completly full.
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T. H. | Year Posted 2021
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