Small failures standing tall,
Towering over the larger successes.
An odd spray of dirty droplets,
Discoloring the ocean of the mind.
“Will” out of sight.
Is this guy, really me?,
The only question on mind.
Why did you let me into this.
“Why?”, I ask.
Ghosts that haunt us forever.
I am missing the “writer’s island“, the one prompt which I enjoyed doing a lot. Today I came across a nice prompt “Ghost” over at Rash’s Graffiti, I have been aware of the prompt Sunday Scribblings from a long time, but somehow never participated. Better late than never right?. Here I go with my 55 cents.