Poems I Wrote

Haunted

Haunted

Right in the middle of nowhere

In a place surrounded by cold air

A ghostly aura remains

Felt by soul its lonely pains

An abandoned house there was

Dark memories left from the past

A lingering presence appears

A spirit moans in sorrowful tears.

Once disturbed, the ghost shall show

It will never leave you until you go

Do not fret for it will not follow

It will return to its lair of sad, cold snow.

Inside its manor time had stood still

Nothing remains but an unfinished will

An old story passed through mouths of young

An urban legend told by an innocent tongue.

Haunted—as they say that house is

For every night they hear a sound-like bliss

Taking the form of a glowing orb, it wanders around

It roams the whole house floating above ground.

A soul, a spirit, a ghost is what it’s called

In limbo it stays, its life was on hold

So don’t be afraid to see a wandering ghost

Have mercy; pray for it, for it needs prayer the most.