The ghost in my closet

The ghost in my closet

I’ve felt more wasted long before
Before I met you and before you left
I was a princess in my own castle
I was the hero of my made up past.
I’ve walked the empty streets
Along the city borders
I let the angels speak
Just to skip my own truth.

Night is falling and I feel again
It takes me away to that place
Even the ghost in my closet
Recognizes the faces of my
Long lost past and my
Made up world
It seeks out the truth
Where it should be revealed.

But to be quite honest I left it
So many years ago I meant it
Now I’m just an empty shell
In my memory you even
knew me well.

Nice poem Morgan

thank you

You're welcome

nice poem