Ghost
Lying awake in the evening hour
Can’t shake the feeling of being watched
An ominous presence in the room
Waiting, for what, I don’t know
Even breaths to calm my racing heart
I realize then and there
we’ve bought a home
from the house of the dead
February 11, 2021
Copyright © Sarah Stein | Year Posted 2021
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