Carry You Home

From the house of the dead comes a quiet whisper it’s eerie but there’s more here, I need there to be more … while undeniably, the hairs raised on the back of my neck send chills tumbling down my spine, the tremble under my skin shoots sparks of excitement I feel electric so alive here in this house of death drop by drop, a cold sweat emanates on my skin; the physical effect of the chaos of clashing emotions colliding intensity building as I take another step into the darkness my heart warring my mind, my soul, my legs, and still I move on the call, so soft, barely a breath is a siren call into madness there in the blackest abyss, a twinkling star It glows brighter and brighter as I near the source, I close my eyes to the glare my legs falter and I crumple to the floor in despairing dismay a gentle touch on my shoulder comforts me a radiant caress of love coats me in luminosity I stare into translucent kind eyes so known to me ‘You are never alone, even in the darkest of times I will be with you always And when your time comes I will carry you home …’ 26.02.2021 - ghost poetry contest