As I lay and read my book was that a ghost that I mistook
A shadowed figure in the dark please be still my thumping heart
A shiver runs down of my spine is this the bewitching time
I hide my head beneath the sheets with one eye open just too peek.
Please go away i shout with fright leave me alone this winter's night
And then I raise with all my might I scream and shout get out, get out
I am the host I uninvite you ghost
And then the silence still the night
I have expelled my guest tonight
So restful sleep I hope to get I snuggle down with deep regret
If only I had not murdered him And committed such a awful sin
So judge and jury I must be and let his ghost keep punishing me.
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Author:
HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2021 04:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Reading alot of books more then usual loving a \r\nphysiological thriller same with nordic drama\\\'s so may be my inspiration for this poem.
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Comments3
I'll not read this before bedtime! heehee.
Lol yup you best check under your bed haha.
Was that a creak upon the stair? Why are you suddenly awake. Silence brings the sound of heartbeat to your ears. What...., from corner of your eye in the darkness...., was that movement....
Wooooo... we all love a spook story. I definitely enjoyed yours.
I wont be able to sleep tonight lol my friends thought the poem meant I'd murdered my partner lol due to lockdown
Very good write Heather, reading can lose us inside each book.
Andy
Yeah your so right.
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