My sweet ghost

You've been with me since I was three

When you were around, only then I was free

"He's not there," Everyone lied

But then who held me, each time I cried?

As I began to grow older, truth began to rain

But you felt so real, as I cried out in pain

The person I felt connected to most

Was oh so real, but only a ghost

Reviews

[Arpita Mondal]

Beautiful poem. I relate to this poem a bit. I lost my brother before I was born. When I got to know about it, it hurt me so bad that I made up a ghost of my brother in my head.I kept talking to it for hours. Even now ,after all these years, I still keep the ghost of my brother with me. Because somehow, its the most realest thing I've ever had. :)

[Death's Poet]

That is so beautiful. It's a weird place to be in.