Sitting in the ghost of me
Surrounded by memories
The good and the bad
Happiness magnified – that's what I had
It's still hard to believe
That it was my choice to leave
I don't know what to say or write
Except that I sit in this ghost night after night
Trying to find out who I am – better yet who I'll be
Never finding the answer deep inside this ghost of me
Always searching – always haunted
Always reaching – always taunted
Every morning I wake
To be forsaken
And seeing the Ghost in me
Staring right back at me
- Joeann L. Hunter 4/23/01
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