The Ghost Among My People

By AARON CRUSE

Staff Writer

When I was alive

It was no different

I no longer need glasses

To see this world of mine

 

I’d walk to school

Worrying what horrors

Await me that day

I try to ignore it all

 

I’d write poems

To ease my pain

Writing about a life

Without a cause

 

I dream that one day

My writing will  be great

But no teenager has time

For these words of mine

 

But all in due time

I’ll show them all

How wrong they will be

The taste of stupidity between their teeth

 

I remain quiet for now

Sticking to the shadows

And for now i’ll be

The ghost among my people

 

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