Ghosts
Right there,Over the hill.
There is this
Haunted house,
Inhabited by an
invisible ghost,
(like all of the
Ghosts are),
Whose heart was
Chained
To his head.
He faced Death
In the middle ages,
And for all eternity,
Destined to oblivion,
With all the other souls in pain.
He passed all his time thinking,
How to come back from the
Other side,
But as you should know,
“You only live once”.
Until finally, he realized
a solution to his existential
Dilemma.
He will drink this magic potion,
To become a caterpillar,
And wrapped in a cocoon,
Wait.
And when the eclosion time was completed,
Coming out as a full-blown chrysalis.
And then
at least,
Live in a hidden garden
With all the other flowers,
‘Cause Roses never die.
And on weekends,
Go down to the Disco,
‘Cause, you know,
Some dead people
Just love to Dance.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-08-31 at 05:30
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