Under the Green Desk Lamp…
A Ghost Poem:
I’m haunted still by visions past,
By ghostly wails and die long cast.
Porcelain smiles and ochre eyes,
Find me much to my surprise.
Sleeping, thinking, lost in mind,
I’m stalked by those I’ve left behind.
A ghostly whisper comes to me,
As I search for serenity.
There is no rest, no sure reprieve,
From the specters I believe.
A curling grin, a twisted brow,
An implacable stretch from then to now.
I toss and turn upon my bed,
These memories searing through my head.
I rise aloft and cross the floor,
A grinning vision at the door.
A flickering vestige of all I had,
To have and lose and then grow mad.
But ever smiling, turns away,
A promise that nothing untrue may stay.
Alone I stand on the edge of dream,
The perfect start to Halloween.
-Brad OH Inc.
Really like the poem, especially the final line.