Summer Ghost Sightings

Damn :) Inspired by watching some Scary Video Compilations on Youtube.

Flickering lights; in empty corridors,
Spoken words; but nothing more,
Just like those in horrid lores,
Thirsting spirits always want more,

With the Sun goes down with dying flare,
And the Wind crying her heart into the air,
The scenery is wholly disturbed,
Looming oaks, their shadows emerge,

On road, running cars go on with their traffic,
Beside road, unfiltered gaze from others arouse ick,
Some cry, some laugh, others poke fun of,
But their images diperse as soon as the wind coughs,

Shooken, Spooken, Bewildering,
On this night alone, what -- is even living?

- Stu. T.H. (December 15, 2023)

Reviews

[Andrew John]

Hard to have to ask what living is. Interesting thoughts here.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your kind visit, author Andrew John. I'm glad you've found it entertaining.