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ForGrantedWife
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For fun and Halloween I jotted down this ghost poem:
Haunted Halls
Alone, alone-the veil too thick,
the white surrounds, it closes in.
I know not this place and yet I do
why changed, why strange...
what did they do?
I can't keep track of time,
the days pass unknown
my clouded mind confuses me
lost and bemused, aimlessly I roam.
My feet touch nothing, I am but fog
I cannot hear my own heart,
has my life been robbed?
My people are all gone, I search but
cannot see. New people live lives here
around an invisible me. They awaken
in the dark and wonder what it was they heard?
What was that eerie noise that caused them to stir?
I am the prickles on the back of your neck.
I am that chill that runs through you in the dark.
I am the reason you pull those covers closer at night.
When you get that sense someone's watching you,
it's because they are.
Post script:
Forever I stay, waiting, watching.
The plaster walls crumble and the damp
creeps in. Shadows fall and the
lights go out forever in this place.
Dust eddies in the broken window light are
the only thing that moves here now.
The life that resided has passed,
moved on.
Only one soul remains...
Haunted Halls
Alone, alone-the veil too thick,
the white surrounds, it closes in.
I know not this place and yet I do
why changed, why strange...
what did they do?
I can't keep track of time,
the days pass unknown
my clouded mind confuses me
lost and bemused, aimlessly I roam.
My feet touch nothing, I am but fog
I cannot hear my own heart,
has my life been robbed?
My people are all gone, I search but
cannot see. New people live lives here
around an invisible me. They awaken
in the dark and wonder what it was they heard?
What was that eerie noise that caused them to stir?
I am the prickles on the back of your neck.
I am that chill that runs through you in the dark.
I am the reason you pull those covers closer at night.
When you get that sense someone's watching you,
it's because they are.
Post script:
Forever I stay, waiting, watching.
The plaster walls crumble and the damp
creeps in. Shadows fall and the
lights go out forever in this place.
Dust eddies in the broken window light are
the only thing that moves here now.
The life that resided has passed,
moved on.
Only one soul remains...
