Bad Poetry

Ghosts

I don’t have any

friends

but I have a lot of

ghosts in my life

who pat me gently

on the back

and say, “Here I am. I’m here for you.”

they turn off the lights

press their finger to their lips

as they close the door

and leave me alone in my room

but not before

they gently pat me on

the back

I turn to my side

I don’t feel them

I don’t see them

I don’t have any friends

Instead I have trouble falling asleep at night

and instead

I have a lot of quiet ghosts in my life,

living behind closed doors