Ghost

Liz Christensen
Inkpot

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My house is full of ghosts tonight
I close the gate to clamp it tight
I shut the blinds, keep in the light

The empty rooms fill up with groans
The creaking floorboards sound like moans
My shivers rattle to my bones

The vacant house is eerie most
As lonely I am helpless host
To every fleeting, screeching ghost

My thoughts are full of ghosts tonight
I speak no words, lips sealed tight
And shut my eyes, no help the light

My empty heartbeat echoes groans
My spirit stressed and frightened moans
I would my back had stronger bones

My vacant soul is eerie most
As lonely I am helpless host
To drawn, pale self — horrific ghost

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