Spirits
Little is known about the spirits that come,
some people have a story, for they have witnessed one.
Odd you may feel, if you try to explain,
everyone is not a believer, and they think you are insane.
Things that move, and some speak in muffled tone,
as you look around, feeling something is wrong.
Why do they come, and reveal at certain times,
expressing their anger, or other signs.
Haunted is one word to describe what you feel,
and at times you wonder, is all this real.
Spirits take refuge, where they feel at ease,
no hostility present, and they do as they please.
Always looking for their way back home,
these spirits of the past, don't like being alone.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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