I am a ghost.
I have died, but wander
homeless, hungry, hollow.
Though free of gravity,
something’s pulling
too many ways at once
547 ®Copyright 2010 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
From Poemystic.com
I am a ghost.
I have died, but wander
homeless, hungry, hollow.
Though free of gravity,
something’s pulling
too many ways at once
547 ®Copyright 2010 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
From Poemystic.com