My Freaky Luck

7 of the creepiest words from Dictionary.com used in this challenge I created for my Almost Dead Poets Society

 

 

It’s not that I have nyctophobia

in some ways I’m a vampire.

I’ve survived the insufferable.  I’m a ghost.

It’s an extended surreal dream - this life of mine.

 

It’s that I’ve only had one person that I loved sleeping next to - besides my cat.

That one person doesn’t speak to me.

I could go berserk (and sometimes I think I do) - at the discomfort

of this solitary existence.

 

I roam cemeteries.  Because, somehow I feel alive there.

I’m a ghost everywhere else.

Sometimes people see me.  Mostly they don’t.

I suppose I should propose to write a thanatopsis of my existence.

 

The Christians would condemn me to perdition for my views.

Though my mother prayed for my healing, health and happiness.

I’m haunted by dreams of her.  Haunted.

I only have soul mates in my sleep.

 

I have a sense of trepidation in my sleep too

when I’m not being hugged by the dead.

My heart pounds.

I fear I’ll die alone.  My black cat meowing in mourning.

 

Just go ahead and bury me in a cardboard box.

Let something else move into this shell.

Hang an enormous sepulcharl chime by my grave

Can you hear the hollow, melancholy tone?  It’s me.

 

I’m an animal soul.

I always have been.

In some ways I’m a lycanthrope

but mostly - then, now, always - a solitary cat.

 

Cursed.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Lol, love it...cursed...I think greatly your poem said it best...nuff said...lovely emotions, yeah? :)