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Ghost Boy

Written by Anvi Joshi

 

“Someday, love” 

The wind whispers 

Winding through trees. 

 

Inconsequential words

Watch them as they go 

Twining around trunks 

And running along paths 

Swinging on monkey bars 

And hiding in cracks 

 

Somedays I go outside 

Sit on the worn wooden benches 

Painted teal with 

Decaying promises 

And watch them 

Sometimes I send out a few words of my own 

Calling out names 

Of people I don't know 

That never answer 

 

He exists here 

But whether he knows 

Is a mystery 

Better left untold  

For his trees have been cut down 

His childhood throne usurped 

His knees are scabbed and sore 

But never will his blood seep into Earth 

I miss him 

So 

Goddamn  

Much  

 

But whenever that feeling grips to my bones 

Threatens to turn marrow into dust

The words fly by again 

Someday, 

They say 

Someday, 

They promise 

And I now have a habit of lying 

Down  

When these words gallop by us 

Because I know I’m falling 

All

Over 

Again.

 

 

 

Anvi Joshi is a 17 year old writer and poet from New Jersey and she's been honorably mentioned in the Scholastic Arts and Writing Contest for her poetry and her journalism. Her favorite author (and one of her biggest role models) is Maggie Stiefvater! You can read some more of her work on A Lack of Clarity.