Title: Thoughts of a wandering ghost
by Anna from Essex | in writing, poetry
Why oh why will I never be free?
Why does the world have to have no place for me?
Why oh why do I wander this place?
Why oh why do they not see my face?
Why oh why do I wander through time?
Why oh why do they not see my sign?
Why oh why am I always alone?
Why oh why am I chilled to the bone?
Why oh why is there never any sun?
Why oh why can I never have fun?
Why oh why do they not feel my touch?
Why not even those I love so much?
Why oh why is there never any hope?
Why oh why do I face this endless slope?
Why oh why when I look up to the sky?
I don't see what I was promised when I died?
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