I haven’t talked to or seen my dad in years
Is that weird? A ghost of my past that brings me tears?
One of my greatest fears is crying in front of people,
But who’s going to hear me when I’m a spirit, is that believable?
The life of a ghost, I got it genetically from my dad
If I told my mom that, she’d say “it’s just a fad”
She’s a nonbeliever, she doesn’t believe in ghosts
Not believing me or my dad, what a host
Can you be an apparition, but still be afraid of them?
Why am I not normal like the rest of them?
Ghosts scare people, but I’m alienated
I feel the hatred. Not because I’m a ghost, but because I’m a friendly one
Now isn’t that fun? I’m weightless but I feel like I weigh a ton
Like an automaton, an android, a robot
Feel like the world relies on me to save it, like an Autobot
I can now see through my eyelids, so I don’t sleep a wink
Surprised with the lack of sleep that I’m not a psychofink
Why bother try to sleep? It’s irrelevant to me now
I forgot the ability to sleep, so I don’t know how
If you were in my shoes would you feel the same way?
Probably not since I’m a ghost so I don’t wear them anyway
I’m just a shadowy figure lingering in the dark
Trying to make people see me to make my mark
People perform séances just to talk to me
And they always think my services are for free
Because I’m a friendly ghost, but I’m not Casper,
But I’m never happy so I’m not gay, like Family Guy’s Jasper
I can say whatever I want because who listens to what I say?
People noticing I exist? That’ll be the day
I’ll disappear forever into the shadows where I belong
Consumed by hatred and darkness, I knew it all along.
Dezmyn Edmond is an accounting major from Toms River, NJ who enjoys writing and performing. He is an active member of the Knight Writers Creative Writing Club and gave a moving reading of their prize winning poems at the Knight Writer’s “Take a Stand” event in June..