Ashes of my heart are heavier than my soul
Mourning for its demise, why doesn’t a tear roll?
Inner void feels heavy cannot sense anymore
Anger, love, hatred; such feelings I have no more
Ghost they say, evil has made you its abode
Haunted you are, just the beginning they forebode
Outrageous I say, Can’t you see the blood still flows
Smile touches their lips, silent fears seize my core
True is it? Am I a Ghost?
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.
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