on a dull evening

I decided to tease my loneliness

so I called for a get together

no one else accepted my invitation

except for him

that evening when I was the host

my only guest was a white faced ghost

the ghost was generous to pay me a visit

to sit with me, talk a little bit

we shared a strange congeniality

somehow it worried me occassionally

the evening started to graduate to night

white color on his face had started to vanish

I struggled to see through the darkness

trying to feed my anxiety, moved a little closer

my eye refused to believe what they witnessed

left spellbound, not even a word I could utter

towards him as I pointed my finger

shocked to witness the face behind the Ghost’s

it was me, siting in front of me

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20 thoughts on “I was the host.. my Guest was a Ghost

  1. I really enjoyed this piece. I imagined myself being that person in the poem. I have experienced this to some degree. There was a time in my life when I would look at myself and it was as if I was looking at a stranger.

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    1. I am so glad you enjoyed it Danny. All of us have our inner self and we tend to speak to it. It tells us our flaws and makes us realize our faults. I just tried to give it a fancy look. Thanks a lot

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