The Ghost of Me...
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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