Haunted
Death
Death is what I smell
On my shirt
On my shoes
On the old door bell
I can feel it in the air
I shouldn't be here
"Go away," the wind whispers,"go away."
Open
Opening the door
Hear it creak
Hear it groan
One inch more
The draft makes me faulter
I shouldn't be here
"Go away,"the hinges squeak,"go away."
Creep
Creeping through the rooms
Curtains flutter
Floorboards creak
Thunder booms
The wind howls outside
I shouldn't be here
"Go away," the rain pounds,"go away."
Climb
Climbing up the stairs
Lighting flashes
House shudders
Furniture glares
I turn to look behind me
I shouldn't be here
"Go away," the fireplace roars,"go away."
Stand
Standing in a child's room
Bedposts creak
Playthings stare
Bookcases loom
A doll sits on the shelf
I shouldn't be here
"Go away," the doll rasps,"go away."
A ghost
A ghost is what I see
Big and white
Glowing bright
Right in front of me
Now i know for sure
I shouldn't be here
"GO AWAY," the ghost screams,"GO AWAY!"
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My Words (A collection of poems)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I am bringing them together for the first time along with some of my favs from other poets. Enjoy!
