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What It Was Like for Ghosts

by John Grey

It was explained to them
this would be joy.
They were misinformed.
Haunting proved tedious
as watching grass grow
in the dead of winter
interspersed with ugly moments of
unwittingly terrifying the ones they love.
In other words, it was life
minus the urge to declare,
“I wish I was dead.”

Copyright © 2010 by John Grey

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