GHOST

The crowd is so busy.

Walking by,

hit me vulnerably.

It caused me the bleeding

of a closed shattered wound.

Standing by,

blocked me contiguously.

Desolating me in a place,

where no one even cares.

My feet were fixed.

My body was halted.

But my heart was unstable.

It pushed me to clamor

in a wide massive people.

I screeched.

I screamed.

No one hears.

No one sees.

I whispered in an empty space,

“I am the only ghost

alive.”