Ghost

Woke one night, with a pain,
Hair was soaked, pillow stain.
There was nothing I could hear,
A human shadow did appear.

Slowly crept out of bed,
Stunned I stood, as I bled.
Could not hear the dripping sound,
As my blood, soaked the ground.

Could not move, I was engrossed,
As I stared at the ghost.
He was missing his right ear,
The ghost was me, it was clear.

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[Bohdyna]

You are a good writer and you have that way of writing that will leave you wanting to know more.