Day: April 6, 2015

Ghost

I often feel like a ghost

Like I’m not really here,

But rather, just passing through

I have to remind the same people

The same things —

Again and again, and yet again

As if I wasn’t around,

The first few times I mentioned it

Maybe I’m not that interesting?

Maybe I speak in foreign tongues?

Maybe I’m just so clear,

That everybody else

Just sees right through me

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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