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
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