You can’t see me
hear me breathing.
Light flickers, its deceiving.
I sit in the corner of the room,
this is where I live, my tomb
see it all ended years ago
though I haven’t got the courage to leave
to go.
Sometimes the inhabitants of this house
can see me in the corner of their eye.
But not every dead person can just die
I can’t leave my daughters here alone
So I live on a half painted shadow in a ghostly home.
By Daniel Hooks
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