Ghost
From the house of the dead
There comes such a dread
Fear fills my heart’s plans
Filling up my empty hands
With inklings of the ghost
Who gives off the most
Feeling of weary alarm
Causing such deep harm
For those who know him
As the ghoul so very grim
He keeps the heart in panic
Leaving the mind so manic
It seems he’ll always bring
A fright that seems to sting
Awakening the apprehension
That comes from comprehension
That this haunting is obsessed
With qualms we have confessed
As lingering glimmers of fright
That fill up the darkest night
Ghost poetry contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
February 11, 2021
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