The Ghost
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we were together
At ease now she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought
What if the presence was not my dog but
Something sinister that would let me sleep
Guiltless in my bed
Darker thoughts envelop me rapidly,
as I look at brighter things,
it is like an unending tunnel,
dark ,long and unwinding,
where from crevices I do see the light,
which beckons me hard as an allurement,
but I am confounded by distance to it,
and the "dark" distance to it to be more precise,
suddendly acold gust blows fast in face,
reminding me that it is not only dark and long,but also cold,
in the tunnel that faces me ahead,
in hope of light and warmth I keep going -on and on,
as darker and "darker still" thoughts envelop me fast,
as I think of brightness past and ahead.
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