Ode to the Ghost of Sadness

Ode to the Ghost of Sadness

 

 

Her pale ghost has visited me countless times

I’ve grown almost accustomed to her presence

Every where I go she follows me around

And as I walk by through a loud classroom

The people I pass stop and turn

Looking behind me

Her ghost stands there

 

The soft translucence of her face makes it hard to tell

Exactly what she wants and why

She chooses to follow me around

But oh, pale ghost of melancholy who follows me around

Whose presence dims the very sun

Whose softest of breaths puts out the candle

You have grown upon me

 

Quiet ghost, I would feel so terribly lonely without her

An acquaintance from the early years of my life

Always there and keeping me company

Walking beside me, almost holding my hand

And the people I talk to

Tilt their head at me in wonder

Because her ghost stands there

 

Pale ghost, whose face is almost the color of the air

Most would rather not have you around

But they might not realize how important you are

Balancing out the feelings in the world

You, whose very presence makes people shiver

Whose words blow away the warmth in the air

You have grown on me

 

And although I admit sometimes your presence is hard to bear

I can’t help but look up to you

So many people would rather have you gone

Out of their lives never to be seen again

But we met at an early age and you have grown on me

And I’ll never be completely alone

Because your ghost will always be there

 

Author's Note

in english class last year we were supposed to write two odes, one to a tangible thing and one to an abstract thing. here's the abstract one