Ghost

I have an amazing friend, Katrina, for helping me edit this poem! Without her, it would not be what it is today and would still be just an idea floating around among the documents of my laptop.    Ghosts are real. They’re living in large crowds of people, or alone in a corner. They’re the…

Ghost

Here is a poem I wrote filled with metaphors. Read it, and then comment what you think this poem means.   A ghost haunting everyone – Who can move place to place Without being seen. No one will notice If they walk right through. Ghosts don’t exist, they say, Because how could there be someone…