Ghost

my days are spent
staring blankly at
screens and walls
and people and
pages, and with
my unseeing eyes
i start to wonder:

am i present?

my existence feels
detached from my
corporeal form. if
someone tried to
touch me, perhaps
their hand would
go right through.

my body does not
feel real or solid or
here. i’ve become
only my thoughts
and my inability to
feel anything at all.

although i know
that i am indeed
real and tangible,
my connection to
the universe feels
slight. this seems
like perhaps it is
a reverse phantom
sensation, in which,
despite my weight,
i am now a ghost.

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