GHOST
THE WORLD IS A BOOK
Trapped in my own house The world is a book. Prisoner I could have been You don’t have to read it, but if you do, you will be successful. Thoughtful, confused, lost The book teaches you anything, everything. Why do the kids taunt me? The writer is unknown. But who cares? Why are they scared of me? Am I monster to them? It is your book. You are the one reading it. Trapped in my own world Nobody can tell you when to read it. Prisoner of my father Nobody can tell you how to read it. As the years pass on, the book collects dust. Angry, aggravated, misunderstood Collects more and more dust until it can’t collect any more. All those years ago Why did you keep me locked up? Then the book becomes forgotten. Should I blame myself? Just an old memory. But there will be a new book. Trapped in my own dreams And another. Prisoner of hope And another. Faithful, brave, ready to be free Is she the key to my freedom? By Mark Timcenko Is she my second chance? “Hey Boo” By Bronte Pickthall-Healey
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By Ryan Heffernan