Ghosts ii

• Gregg Priest, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2004

Feeling nothing, in the sky

Soaring high

Can never die

Can not smell the roasting pie

Looks in the mirror....sees nothing at all

Can never rise, can never fall

Sees in the darkness of night

Blinded by the presence of light

Can never loose, can never win

Goes thru walls, thick or thin

Silent as a grave floating thru the mist

Even it doesn't know, does it even exist?