Ghost Walk.

Wallace

Night sky dark.

I hear a lone dog bark.

Walking along a rutted country lane.

With the aid of a strong sturdy cane.

No one around but me.

Stars in the dark sky I see.

They sparkle like a pot of gold.

A priceless sight that can not be sold.

I keep walking.

To myself I start talking.

Not in a mad way.

Words of wisdom to myself I say.

Time, quarter past midnight.

At the end of the lane I see my home light.

Rain starts to fall.

I reach the secure red bricks of my homely wall.

I enter and retire to bed.

I am a ghost who doesn't realise he's dead.

 

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2017 01:22
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  • dusk arising

    Well at least you won't get soaked in that rainfall. Good entertaining read.

    • Wallace

      Hello dusk arising, thanks for comment.



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