Ghost

Ghost

By Nana Aforo



There's a ghost a inside my house but nobody believes

me. He looks like me and comes around when it rains and

things tend to remain the same. Dying to the present to be

omnipresent as I descend from reality inside my head

to a place where we turn rocks over in hand and reminisce.



The hardest thing to do is get over yourself when you used

to be someone you detested and sometimes still are. There's

a ghost inside my house but nobody believes me. Standing

on the outside looking in through the window on yourself.

STOP IT! I yell, but but nothing happens. As the movie

continues to play on and on on rainy days, but can't you see

that the sun is out and sky is blue?



We all fuck up sometimes but you've got to learn from it.

There's a ghost inside my house but nobody believes me

and in-fact he is me who is stuck in the dark dank basement

so run and climb the stairs and get to a window and there's

a slight hint of my reflection.



Look, can you see the sun shining and the sky blue.

Get fresh air, open the window and breath. There's a

sudden breeze, and then peace. There's no ghost anymore.