Lonesome Ghost

Here's a poem.
Please don't think I'm wailing in depression, I like to think of 'what ifs' in my head and write them down.  I function on exaggeration energy and drama juice.  I think it's a poet thing.  Poetry how I get myself functioning again.  Look up Notepad by NF.  It's sorta like that.  If you don't write poetry, you should keep a journal.  The journal doesn't judge.


Lonesome Ghost 

"Leaving
Leaving
You alone,"
Says the Lonesome Ghost.
He lingers there,
Does nothing but stare,
At the ones that I love most.

"Wrong
Wrong
Leave my head,"
As my knees hit the floor.
But he lingers there,
Does nothing but stare.
I've never seen him before.

"Leaving
Leaving
Growing up,
Much too old for you.
They wont be there,
They may not care,
What I say is true."

"Stop it
Stop it
Stinging me
You're ripping out my soul."
But he lingers there,
Does nothing but stare,
And now he's in control.

"Father
Father
See me here
I don't want to watch them go.
Change this fate
It's not too late.
They mean more then they know."

I don't know how I would survive,
They make my spirit come alive.
Take us on the train to Neverland.
Run from all the ghost had planed.
So I can sigh and hold their hand.
We'll never grow up,
We'll be okay,
We'd be the ones who escaped the dreaded day.

"Leaving
Leaving
You alone"
Says the lonesome ghost.
He lingers there,
Does nothing but stare,
At the ones that I love most.

"Help me
Help me
Hold the pain,
God my infinite friend.
I'm too week for this
Too much I miss
For Neverland is pretend."

"Coming
Coming
One day soon,"
Says my infinite friend,
"Free from fear,
We'll be together here,
And it wont be pretend."