THE GHOST
A ghost in silver armour,
Hiding from the world,
Moving stealthily across the
walls,
Looking for people to lure.
He creates worries and
tension,
Who could he be?
A shadow of darkness and
despair,
Invisible yet never free.
Amidst the calm blue sea,
Lurks this cunning shark.
Silent, waiting to devour,
Dragging you into the dark.
Escape from the prison of
anxiety,
Let joy takes its place.
Defy this ghost, don’t let
him stay,
Take your power back and rise
with grace.
-
Anaya
Sheth
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