Ghost Boy

• Makayla Funnell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

People say you aren’t real
People say you are a myth
How does it feel to be told
Whether you do or don’t exist?

You live amongst the trees
You live amongst the ground
You roam almost everywhere
But where is it you are truly bound?

I wish that you could stay
I wish you wouldn’t go
Do you really want to go back?
To the moon’s ungrateful glow?

You’re a stolen soul
Essentially kidnapped
Tell me what it’s like
Are you free, or just as trapped?