Nothing But a Ghost

October 18, 2011
By Rudii BRONZE, Prague, Other
Rudii BRONZE, Prague, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I feel very lucky because of my parents and then my education, the opportunities that I've had, so I would like to continue working to improve lives for others.
- Hillary Clinton


I’m in a life full of happiness and joy,
But why do I feel lonely?
Is it the people that don’t pay attention to me when I’m in a room?
Is it that the people don’t see me but a gloom?
My shadow’s all I can see
But why do I feel lonely?
I want my world to shine
But I know I’ve changed; It’s what I’ve gotten to the second
I woke up this morning; Nothing.
A ghost. Nothing but a ghost.
I beg for them to hear me, and I scream as far as the Arabian Sea
But nothing. I’m nothing but a ghost.
People can’t see through me; neither can they see my real personality.
And I’m frightened to speak, and I know I’ve gotten weak
And I know I’ve changed.
Changed in a way I can’t explain.
Am I dead? Or is it just the thoughts that are going through my head?
Why do I feel lonely? With no one to turn to
With no path to go through. I’m a ghost.
Nothing but a Ghost.
And there are times, when I look back and see
The beauty that used to be in me,
But now it’s all gone; drowned in the ocean; gone with the wind
Or melted with the snow.
All I know is I’m nothing. Nothing but a Ghost.
A fearsome creature, who no one dares to talk to.
Whose life has changed over night; a change you can’t return to
A face you can’t just undo,
but a body that you can pass through.
I still don’t know why it was me who changed,
have i committed a crime? have i sinned? Have i taken some things too far?
Now all that doesn’t matter, because of everything that is bizarre
I am left with nothing but a scar, a scar of change.
And i see people passing by me, strangers, family, friends.
But they see nothing. Nothing but a ghost.
People can’t see through me; neither can they see my real personality.
And I’m frightened to speak, and I know I’ve gotten weak
For the last time, I ask myself. Why am I lonely?
I am lost.
I am out of control.
I am fearful.
I am petrified.
I am nothing but lonely. Nothing but a lonely Ghost.
And although I look at the world, and I know it is beautiful,
I know that nothing will change, I will remain the same.


The author's comments:
I wrote this pieces knowing that someone out there can relate to it. I know so many people who have taken the wrong path and seem to not have the strength to get back up. This poem portrays weakness and loneliness. Although this poem has a dark aura, it still is inspirational and motivational.

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