A lonely ghost
I am a ghost
Nine years old,
I am alone in this ghastly space,
Where there are bizarre phenomenon
And the wind flowing by with uncanny feeling,
I am here, I am there,
Yet I am no where.
I am though afraid of being alone,
And the thought of existing here
Makes me discombobulated.
Strangers passes by,
In an haste, they don't see
Me waiting for them.
Back to my home,
I abhor the nasty atmosphere,
I am free now though being alone.
Few days ago, or I am not sure,
My pop had Abandon me
With no further contact,
Since then I roam around the path.
A day ago, though quite surprised
I saw me near the well in an abandoned house,
I wonder if that's a ghost,
When I came across a man
Touching my flesh that was lying down.
This is my tale of a Draconian pace.
For I am a ghost, nine years old.