The Psychic




I’m by myself…

Lost in a crowd.

No one knows me.

No one sees me.

No one cares.

I am a Ghost.

I stand in the group.

Conversation goes around.

Not to me…

They look past me.

They do not see.

 Not my body.

Not my soul.

They do not notice…

The tears in my eyes.

The labor of my breath.

The blood that flows.

I am a Ghost

I am alone.

I am an outcast.

I’m always there.

If one…

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