Ghost Bound

I poem about a ghost writer.

I layed my soul upon the stone,
while my ghost still roamed.

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

I flew like a phantom
looking for a home,
if only I looked closer,
I was already home.

The ghost writer,
I wrote a poem
for you to remember me by.

Author's Note

Please don't be rude. I am autistic and I might make a mistake. Please let me know the correct spelling instead of bulling me about it. Thank you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some poetry written by ghosts. This would be poetry. I like the old saying. The death could tell us some tales of they could speak. I liked how you used the ghost writer. Thank you Diana for sharing the amazing poetry. I enjoyed this one.
Coyote

[Amanda]

I have had experience with weird things. I guess you could call them ghosts. I think it would be great to relate for others what it might be like. That's why I wrote this poem. My family says I am just sensitive to things because of my autism. I don't really know but I am glad you like it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy. I had my experiences too.

[Chris]

So many "feel" like living ghosts... unnoticed, shunted aside, out-of-phase or place with everyone else.

Your last stanza held me here.

[Amanda]

I was trying to make it seem the ghost was the writer. Like when you write a letter and you leave a short note at the bottom.

[Amanda]

I probably should have put p.s and then the note.

[Chris]

I understood what you did - THAT was what held me. You were noticed.

[Amanda]

Thank you.

[Chris]

Welcome...