Beyond Storytelling: A Poetry Book

The Ghost

A figure so tall and thin, standing there, not moving at all,

It turns toward me slowly, I realize that it has no face at all, 

I notice that I could see right through this thing, it was very wierd,

I suddenly feel ice cold, and the creature smiles, it knew what I feared, 

I was beginning to get scared so I ran, I ran all the way home thinking about the man, 

I try hard not to think about it, but I can't,

I have nightmares about different things but I have them about the creature most,

It scares to know that what I saw was not human, but it was a ghost!