I Am A Ghost

No one sees me, or hears me when I talk No one gets out of my way when I go for a walk, I have a heart, but I can't hear it beating I feel so cold and alone I am hungry, but I don't feel like eating. Over there I look and I see my sister and also my brother They are ignoring me as well, but sadly so is my mother, I shout and then I scream, but no one seems to care I then do the worse the drastic, I begin to swear. But, it doesn't bother anyone they keep doing what they are doing My temper which is very short it now beings to brewing, One thing that I hate more than anything and that is being ignored But, why are they doing this to me, what is their glory and reward. Over there I now see my son I wonder why is he shedding tears I must go over and comfort him from his sadness and fears, I try to walk over to him, but for some strange reason I can't Someone is holding unto my arm, it is my favorite (deceased) aunt. I try to write my son a note, but a pencil I cannot hold Then I try telling him of my adventures, I am trying to feel bold, I want him to look at me, but he will not turn his head I feel so very sad and lonely as if everyone there is dead. Then I look down on the table and I see the local paper and the obituary It speaks of the weather today, and who they are going to bury, I now understand why I can't write, or interact, or even boast. I am a ghost. Randy L. McClave