Ghost Of Me

Thin razor lines,

Trace this miserable filigree.

Scars build up over time,

To numb this lost identity.

I see you standing there,

Looking right through me.

There is a shadow of a ghost,

who used to be.

And that's all,

That’s all you see...

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Very poignant, Harry! Brief, yet so powerful! So sad. Super!