Ghosts [Unfinished]

Just messing around...very unfinished.

Do you know why we’re afraid? I do.

I can see the frightful spirits that haunt you.

Nothing like a child playing pranks. “BOO!”

Don’t feel alone. They haunt me too.

 

Restless souls. Imprints of tragedies past.

Grudges & heartbreaks that haven’t passed.

Memories so powerful that for years they last.

Stuck between dimensions in a crevice vast.

 

They don’t even see us as they float by.

They don’t hear us whether we scream or we sigh.

But we can hear them when the moon is high.

Bumps in the attic over the bed where you lie.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

Author's Note

No mean comments...i was bored >.<

Reviews

[Michael X]

this is a really awsome poem, i really enjoyed the concept of residual emotional impressions
creating imprints in space-time fabric, which are what most consider the typical "ghost"
and there are those like you've pointed out, whose spirits wander, as if fearing to move on,
i am a personal huge fan of the paranormal, so its nice to read such poetry that suites my
interest, and you've captured the intent quite well, with precise rhyme, impressively done.

[Twinschoice]

Oh my GOSH, Elizabeth! You really should finish this poem "Ghosts!" It is great! As I read it I can picture those ghosts moving by and surrounding me...which is the sign of a good passionate writer.

[FEASH]

"Restless souls. Imprints of tragedies past.
Grudges & heartbreaks that haven't passed.
Memories so powerful that for years they last.
Stuck between dimensions in a crevice vast."

♥ that part :)