GHOSTLIKE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Ghostlike
At midnight
Thunder
To sound
Descending
The stairway
You glide
To ground.

About you
White lace
Transparent
So grey
Features
Half hidden
I shudder
To stay.

You slowly
Brush by me
As if 
Unaware
By the old
Hallway clock
Then away
Away.

Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments7



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.