Like a ghost behind the lore

 

I feel fallen,

like a compass showing north,

and only north,

in any direction.

I feel fallen,

like a cat with nine life,

knocking on heaven’s door,

and be told I am on the wrong floor.

I feel fallen,

like a ghost behind the lore,

just to be ignore,

by young adult children.

Driving, Bangi, September, 2022