Ghost Town
I feel like a ghost
Occupying a ghost town
Bypassed and forgotten
All alone and lost.
Things seem different now
Disoriented and puzzled.
When something seems right
Somehow it turns out wrong.
Bypassed and forgotten
Like a ghost forever stranded
In a ghost town long forgotten.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Falling Friendship | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Daydreaming | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| My Reality | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Ghost Town | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Bump, Bump | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
| Never Ending | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Watching Me Grow | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Mommy - To - Be | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Motherhood Test | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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