Ghost In the Living Room
Ghost in the living Room
This night, my abode is filled with absolute silence
And from the living room, the sound of loud banging on the floor
I am living in a neighborhood of crime and violence
So at about two am, I get out of bed; the robber and the poor
Transported, I stand in the doorway, astonishment on my face
Entire room, there is brilliant light as bright as day
In this vision, everything seem out of place
This paranormal event, leaves me astounded, nothing to say
Standing sideways in front of the fish tank, is a young man
And I wonder what brings him here
With outstretched hand and a bronze sun tan
Maybe he is from a far distance to bring me fear or cheer
About twenty-two years old; I stare at him intently still
Thin, light sideburns, mustache and curly black hair
Is this spirit trying to break my will?
He is dressed ; he is about to go to work somewhere
I look at him; he never turns to look at me
He is full of confidence and so secure
Is he an angel from a star? I never once think to set him free
Am I the one who has caused him to make this tour?
Without any fear or trembling in my soul
I just look at him and turn away
This apparition does not terrify nor make me cold
Being not afraid, I slowly move back to sleep where I stay
William Morrissey 3/04/07
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