What Was That
It is the end of a twelve-hour shift
It is the hour I’ve been dreading
I don’t mean to be superstitious
but how is traveling home alone
at night, a good idea?
Specially past an open field
Heading home bound
Something followed me home unawares
All I wanted is to rest
In my one room shack my wife and kids
Are already in bed
My wife woke up because my wheelchair was
Making a squeaky noise
She was cross
And I enjoyed watching her in her tired poise
A careful whisper sorry did suffice
Off to bed I was on my left side fast asleep
Did not stop to eat was past midnight
Something pressed me down with a grip so tight
A chill went down my spine caused me to fright
The hair on my neck was raised
Could only manage a small stifle squeal
Help Shirleen!!
She could only hear me by the third attempt
Matt what is it?
I am not afraid of no ghosts but
W what w was that?!!
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