My Upstairs Neighbor


There is this neighbor of mine that lives upstairs,

Who strangely seems to never sleep.

He moves around, but no lights turn on,

And leaves his doors and windows open wide.


What business keeps him so awake?

Why must he sit there, in the middle of the night,

When everyone else is sleeping tight?


He's bizarre and tall, and he talks in whispers

Like he's got some devilish scheme he's afraid to put to paper.

Oh, and one last thing, which makes me so creeped out,

When I look at him, I can see right through his skull!

  • Author: Whirlpool (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2021 15:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: That neighbor of mine, turns out to not be very mortal at all.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 35
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  • Goldfinch60

    They can be everywhere Whirlpool - look behind you! 😲😲😲.


    • Whirlpool

      Yes, I can see you ^^....

    • Doggerel Dave

      Methinks you you hope to get much closer....will you continue to write poetry from the other side?

      • Whirlpool

        Oh no... you found me out.

      • Saxon Crow

        Oooo oooooooo
        Quick get the garlic!

        • Whirlpool

          Do garlics help against ghosts? I thought it was vampires only :O...

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