Stuck in the dark
Sleepless nights
And sleepy days
Where I long to see your face
And hear your voice
Because even a ghost
Is better than living without you
Why live in the waking world
When all there are
Are memories of you?
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Author’s Note: This poem is for my father, who has been going through a bout of depression since my mother died in July. I don’t know how to help him other than to be there for him, but as an outsider looking in, this poem is how I see how he is feeling right now.
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
Learn more about me: thewritersscrapbin.com
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