Have you ever felt a presence,
Yet not known where to look?
Was it coming from your mind
Or the pages of your book?
Was it coming from the vents
Or outside your front door?
Was it sitting next to you
Or underneath the floor?
And will you ever know?
I don't think you will for certain.
Your silent guests are here to stay,
So invite them in, open the curtains.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
