The Ghost In A Library

The Ghost In A Library

By; Sammie

The ghost of a girl sits silently in a library.

Far in a corner, with tears in her eyes,

Not hiding the fears and lies

From her life long gone.

Her hair is drenched from the last rain.

The book in her hand,

Tells stories of a far off land

In which she would try to hide.

Her earphones are stuck inside her head.

Music blaring so you can almost understand,

The muffled lyrics of the much needed band

She clung to in times of need.

She only knows now the truth of it all.

Hiding only lasts for a while,

Only a short sprint in a long lasting mile

Of life’s long race.

Her story is sad in truth.

A bright and shining star,

Children usually are

As bright as the noonday sun.

On the outside, she had hopes for the future.

Goals for a fresh start,

With her brilliant mind and an open heart

She could have achieved anything.

On the inside her heart was crushed.

Spoken was a harsh word,

Something in which she had never concurred

With in her entire life.

She doesn’t remember what they said.

Doesn’t exactly worry about it anymore,

She only knows it killed her hope and made her mind sore

Of what she had wanted at first.

She could have spoken to someone else.

Close in her life,

One of the people she could have gone to with all of her strife

Of what had been upon her mind.

She could have prayed.

Letting it all go away,

Instead of permitting it stay

In her head to spawn more mistruths.

Instead, she turned to the things of the earth.

Starting out small,

Then grew into things that killed all

The things she had tried to grasp.

One night, she took her last breath.

Being on her last resort,

She wanted to contort

Her pain into non existence.

She paid the price.

In many ways than just on the surface,

She didn’t leave with a shred of grace

Left upon her pallid lifeless face.

Now she has no peace.

Wanting to warn of a stinging tongue,

It left no breath inside her lung

For her to say another word.

Until the day ghosts can talk, she must stand erect.

Praying for a way to spread her tale,

To hammer it like a nail

In our heads forever.

-Little Red