Welcome to my life

There are ghosts in my closet, I wear them to work

There are demons under my bed, I talk them to sleep

There’s a devil in my past, we’re together in the present

My dad’s shirt fits me, it lies in that wardrobe

I look dapper as ever

But could never walk in his shoes

I take different roads

Walk several paths

Only to come back

To where I started

Mornings are for dreaming

Nights are for nightmares

There’s love for life

And a loathing for change

34 thoughts on “Welcome to my life

  1. My dadโ€™s shirt fits me, it lies in that wardrobe

    I look dapper as ever

    But could never walk in his shoes…

    – on another level with this one Bharath…We don’t ever have to walk in the footsteps of our parents.We are a revised replica…stronger even because what we’ve learned from them, whether it’s good or bad.
    I wear ghosts too…

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  2. “There are ghosts in my closet, I wear them to work”
    Does that mean your clothes are transparent, or at least translucent? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜‚

    “But could never walk in his shoes”
    The shoe doesn’t need to fit to be as great as him. Love the poem! ๐Ÿ’•

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