Ghost

Eyeless, forehead-less amoebae-like dull cloud piece, Resembling, other times, a mermaid in white fleece; Silly soul! Yet, engendering panic just like, The Satan? Beelzebub? It spins my psyche...! Chemicals of stories heard seep into my mind, Sensory organs stand erect, to fear, resigned; When the moody mind molds it into a monster, Personality proves paranoid-prone poker...! I used to find one in the neighboring forest, Betwixt barks of trees it cooed as though chorused; Midst tall-grown grassy bushes it leisurely strolls, With the breezes, winds, storms, gales, and doldrums it scrolls...! Ghost has been growing up within my flesh and blood, In my thoughts and feelings and actions, it flings mud; Though the concept of ghosts is a mere illusion, Is my mind ready to get rid of its fusion...??? 22 February 2023 Writing Challenge - G Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France