Poem -
A Proud Ghost
A proud ghost is what you see
Not untrue and not unkind,
Circling in life's inconstancy
Half life before, half life behind.
An anguished soul, an enraged shade
Of what was before, of what could be,
A proud ghost is what has been made
There is no more, there is no me.
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Comments
this is such a clever piece. I love to read your inks
You are very kind and I'm fond of your stuff too....thanks for the comment, I'm glad you liked the scribble.
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