GHOST
As I’m walking
Through the dark
Empty streets
I feel as thou
Some one’
Is following me
I look around
To satisfy my mind
I see a faint figure
In old costume design
A chill goes
Down my spine
My minds in a trance
The figure comes near
I’m pouring with sweet
Frozen with fear
For with in his hand
He carries a steel blade
He shouts and screams
You will be slaved
I close my eyes
Smell his stanch
His voice grows louder
Then suddenly
Therese silence
I open my eyes
A sigh of relief
The figure has…… gone
My senses return
I turn and run
My homes in sight
Ill soon be safe
I open my door
Quickly inside
I turn on the lights
I reach for a drink
I sit in my chair
I feel my heart beat
I think about the ghost
That I have just seen
I fear the ghost
Will come back
To haunt me
I go to bed
I try to sleep
Tossing and turning
I just can’t get him
Out of my mind
For every time
I close my eyes
I see his face
His staring eyes
There’s a knock
On my door
Who can it be
I slowly move
To have a peek
Has the ghost
Followed me
A tap
On my window
I shout
Who is their
My fear starts
To grow again
As I smell
His stench
In the air
The lights are flickering
My windows rattle
I hear his voice
Time for a battle
My head is spinning
The room goes
Round and round
I fall
To the ground
Blackness
Enfolds me
I scream out aloud
But there is no sound
My body
Is like a block
Of ice
Numbness all over
I think
I’m going to die
Sun arises
The day is here
The ghost and smell
Have disappeared
I must move on
Get out of here
And live my life
Free of fear
From the
GHOST
That haunts me.
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I liked this one a lot!
Captured my attention from first line to last. Couldn't stop reading. Quite chilling.
ghostly errieee
I rember when I lived at home with mum and dad and across the house was n old field and woody land and if you walked in it during the day you would come across old ruines of cottages so one night when some friends decided to camp out on the feild we made up ghost stories. we did'ht half make us scared. it was that bad every time I looked into the fields at night could of sworn I saw something erriee. great imagination. ;o) xx
m weedon xx :o)
I must truly say that your
I must truly say that your writing is amazing…Your poems captures attention and are easy and fluently to read… truly remarkable…