The Visitor
When your pulse quickens, and
You gasp at that moment of time.
You realize you're the only one in the room,
But not alone.
The room becomes smaller, and
The air is thick with fear.
This is when you see the shadows,
Dodging between the doorways.
The lighting in the room becomes darker,
As you hear the whispers and noises all around.
Your curiosity gets underneath your skin.
Goosebumps, chills, and the visions.
The visions of the unknown in your mind.
The house becomes cold as ice,
Showing your breath as you breathe.
You hear giggling from your grandson,
Sitting on the floor, clapping his hands,
As the toy train moves by itself.
He has no fear,
Then you see the ghostly hand,
Caressing his head as he looks up,
Saying, "Grandma."
You were never in any danger,
She came to visit her grandson.
You prayed for a sign since her passing,
Every day, your heart breaks missing her,
She's been here the whole time.
She walks over and kisses you on,
Your cheek as she disappears.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2023
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