Thursday, February 7, 2008

Dont call me a ghost

I am so tired, I am so freak;
I feel so restless, oh when so selfless;
I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;
I feel so right, when its aint so bright.

Its aint just a feeling, I was so fine,
I aint this creeping, then time was mine;
I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;
I feel so right, when its aint so bright.

I am asleep, six feet under
I see no clouds, no thunder;
I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;
I feel so right, when its aint so bright

I am alone, I wasn’t then
I foresee no future, since six feet under;
I am so lost; don’t call me a ghost;
I feel so right, when its aint so bright

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

creepy...

Anonymous said...

commmon buddy! its all an illusion! you are wide awake and you are surounded by your loved ones and you gottan awesome future :) let the Robert Frost inside you spill out work with more energy/hope in future :)

Anonymous said...

Hey, is this the after effect of the Valentine's day post...

Rosh said...

hi, roshni here,.....nice poem..thanks for the comment on my blog!