Communing With Ghosts

In those serene moments,

Amidst the atmosphere's trillions of layers,

I find solace.

I extend my invitation to the ghosts that live there,

Patiently awaiting my call,

Only then .

Will I act in a manner that satisfies their desires?

Learning psychology used to fascinate my friend.

Sadly, she met a tragic end

On the side of the road

When a car collided with her and her husband.

She had intended to pursue a career

As a soul healer.

With her dreams, abruptly shattered,

Death took her from this world.

Someone eradicated the good one,

While the bad ones have remained.

It's the same when my dad is around.

Each time I sit at my desk,

Attempting to string together a few words

That would make him proud to hear.

But now he's far away, on a distant cloud,

Interacting with a crowd that I'm not yet permitted to see.

His dad would be ecstatic, riding an imaginary bicycle,

Maintaining the harmony between my dad and me.

Whenever we falter, he guides us

Like the greatest judge you could ever have,

Peeking over his shoulder while peeling apples.

My black and white dog

Euthanized by my furious dad.

This dog supposedly bit a child.

The forest trips were never of any help.

Every time he returned,

He seemed as magnificent as ever.

You can never extinguish what is good.

You may silence it temporarily, but ultimately,

You will discover that all the villains ended up in hell

While the heroes endured.

They are our guardian angels adorned in black capes.

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