Sunday poems

Friends with Ghosts,

Yesterday I called their names

Why didn’t they haunt me anymore?

Did they event exist?

was it the figment of my twisted imagination

that they were there with me, for me.

or was where they just demons in my head

Trapped in an insane asylum,

they were once called Casper the friendly ghosts.

One day they left

my head,

leaving me with a hollow head.

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