THE GHOSTS Read Count : 29
Category : Poems
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Circle round, ghosts
Eerie, angry, even hungry
Are the mugs that surrounds
As I lay on the sick bed
Grasping their liberty from being best
How many ghosts I own?
I see more than three, I'm just me
Don't I say so?
Do all multiply, from this rigid bone and flesh!
" You took in illiteracy enough to be termed wise" it calls itself the Ghost of my wisdom
" I am the potential to make you the world's greatest" talent ghost
"You are villianous" the voice bombed my ears like thunder sounding the sky
" I wanted good will, but you disported my bitterness to the world" it added, conscience ghost
"Exploit me and be aware, I am the greatest gift strong enough to alter your world, but you didn't" knowledge ghost said
"We came to you because you could have brought us to life, in the world, but you have failed us to the world" the ghosts all boiled up rebelliously, " now we have to follow you to the grave unfulfilled"
How I wish I still had time
Our grave is dug up
I failed the world