Ghost
Raider Times photo / Jaylyn Le / Word Painter
November 23, 2022
By disdain, you murdered me; I am dead.
And now believe you might be free?
For pardon, you will kneel and plea
when I come haunt you in your bed.
Then shall my ghost come as a scream;
not as harmless phantom that swiftly glides.
Tears I’ll prise from thy fearful eyes
when I come haunt you in your dream.
May your breathing be cut from air
when your neck senses my frigid hands
unearthly whispers that hair stands
when I come haunt you to your lair.
With feet that make on floor no sound,
and leave no impressions in the air,
dead not from hands but from despair
When I come haunt you into the ground.
In the table of those whom you’re bound
there’ll be more guests than there’ll be hosts
you’ll now be sitting among us ghosts
When YOU come back on Earth to haunt.
–WP–
(Published November 2022)
