Deep in shadow
By the doorway
That leads to
Another time
The ghost that
Watches forlornly
In its stillness
Eyes to shine.
Back within
Its very soul
A pained
Furrowed brow
Dressed with death
An awkward step
That whispers
Softly now.
Half spoken words
In phantom breeze
Its staggered walk
Its hunching lean
Slowly closer
Within my grasp
I do no more
Than release a gasp.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: June 15th, 2026 01:01
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Comments4
Good write N. And gasp - what you said when a bus arrived?! lol.
I was speechless lol
then 2 more buses turned up lol
Heehee. Did you miss the bus, cos you forgot what one looked like? lol.
driver wouldnt let me on, didnt have the right amount, back to the taxi lol
A dark and haunting poem of startled reaction to the unexpected. Well done
thanking you always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Well written . The ghost could represent unresolved emotions, perhaps related to grief or nostalgia.
quite possibly, thanks for read always much appreciated
Norman, this drew me right in, my friend. It has that wonderful ghost-story atmosphere where the tension builds slowly and quietly until that final moment lands. I could feel the unease growing with every stanza. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you much appreciated
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