The Jealous Ghosts

The jealous ghosts are out tonight,

They whisper while I'm sleeping,

My jealous ghosts have gone too soon,

I often hear them weeping.

The jealous ghosts were fit as hell

But I just lived care free,

My jealous ghosts they seethe with rage,

To be gone instead of me. 

The jealous ghosts, It Is their quest,

To haunt me yet again

But for now I'm happy living, 

Till I am one of them

Reviews

[Mimi Evans]

Sometimes I feel the Jealous Ghosts too...your poem is fantastic! May I suggest adding a comma in your last line so it reads 'Until I am one of you, my friends.' BUT THAT LAST LINE IS SO CHILLING!! GOOD WORK!

[DEAN FARNELL]

Thanks Mimi iv'e added the comma and so pleased you liked it