Ghosts

poem by: Andrew Shepherd
Written on Jan 24, 2019

Can you hear the creaking 
And the moaning of the dead
Do you see the shadows
Theyâ€™re the sights I really dread
Are they walking upstairs
Or are they down below
Iâ€™m scared what awaits me
I donâ€™t want to go
Prayers may be the answer
To rid us of the sight 
Of empty limboâ€™d soles
Wandering in the night
I see a child with a ball
A lady all in black
The smell of tobacco is strong
And the scratches hurt my back
Go forward fearsome phantoms
Your time is not this one
Iâ€™m sorry that you were scarred in life
But now you must be gone

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 25, 2019 at 9:22am

Hopefully I will be a ghost one day.....without a troubled soul......I'll be on the pitch for Everton...and score an offside goal..hahaha...(we need all the help the world).....even the spirit world...ðŸ˜‚.....another great poem Andrew..ðŸ‘ðŸ»

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