Ghost

When I look at you,
I see an eerie stare.
A ghost
withdrawn from life.
And in her cloudy eyes
I see a past
of cruelty
and fear.
Still,I see of glimpse
of hope
twinkling like a
tiny savior.
In her face
I can see sadness
I can see a bright spirit
beaten down.
Shivering in a
cold reality.
She has lost
everything.
All she had,
love,
peace,
sanity.
She had emotion.
I feel the cold shivers
run down her spine.
The screaming rushing
through her ear.
And the dried up tears.
The saddest part of all
is this used to be a girl
who always wore a smile.
Who loved life.
With dreams
and aspirations.
This girl,
was me.
And now she is but a
blank reflection,
that I fret upon
when looking in the mirror.





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