haunted

haunted

A Poem by Emily B

I used to think I had an old ghost.

It was intriguing to be haunted

by the intensity of his gaze.

 

These days, my vision is wider.

There seems to be a corps of demons

dancing through my days.

© 2011 Emily B


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. ha ha ! ... sorry i'm laughing ... but it's actually because of the sheer power in these words ... there are demons dancing through my days ... and i know that i'll have to move heaven and earth to get rid of them ... the only thing is ... they used to scare me ... now, i am able to laugh at them sometimes ... superbly written, dear emily ... you've said a lot in just six lines ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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. ha ha ! ... sorry i'm laughing ... but it's actually because of the sheer power in these words ... there are demons dancing through my days ... and i know that i'll have to move heaven and earth to get rid of them ... the only thing is ... they used to scare me ... now, i am able to laugh at them sometimes ... superbly written, dear emily ... you've said a lot in just six lines ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

as always , your imagination wins

Posted 13 Years Ago


You seem to be consumed almost followed by an entity of darkness. It is a very interesting and spine chilling poem. It seems you were not scared in the beginning but now you are. Thrilling write! Suspenseful! Scary! Well done!
Great poem! Don't read this if you're home alone in the night!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Funny how we let in the knowledge of one lifelong tormentor, thinking it is almost kind of cool to bask in the flattery of its unwanted attention; but never realize the sinister truth that the other more dangerous ones simply hide themselves behind the facade of the one least likely to scare the living bejeesus out of us. Of course this is all conjecture not based in any way on reality or fact.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Chuckling here... quite a mind pic - THAT!

Take care,
Chris

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

when wonder turns to sheer torture! The last stanza is very interesting, I like the way your lines represent the dawning of reality. Great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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