Walking With A Ghost

By , Houston, TX
He seemed to be a ghost,
Lurking in the Dark and Dim.
Waiting, Watching silently
As no one noticed him.

It was quiet.
Like he wasn't there.
No one paid him any mind.
It seemed as if they didn't care.
No one wanted to be kind.

One day he had enough.
He wanted the laughter to end.
He took a gun to his head,
Because no one let him in.





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