The Ghost

By Anaya Sheth

A ghost in silver armour,

Hiding from the world,

Moving stealthily across the walls,

Looking for people to lure.

He creates worries and tension,

Who could he be?

A shadow of darkness and despair,

Invisible and silent, he who never lets you feel free.

Amidst the calm blue sea,

Lurks this cunning shark.

Waiting to devour you,

Dragging you into the dark.

Escape from the prison of anxiety,

Let joy takes its place.

Defy this ghost, don’t let him stay,

Take your power back and rise with grace.

By Anaya Sheth