Ghost.

Ghost.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Last time I checked

five months

six days

30 minutes

and still I see your ghost.

 

It is hiding in curtains

stark raging mad

mocking

all consuming

relentless against

the one who came behind you

 

I am just a girl

wishing for a good nights rest

pacing the hardwood floors

jerking awake at the softest night noise

Afraid to find you still gone.

 

Or worse, still here.

 

I ask in a brave tone

with loud voice

neon sign letters

all the strength I can muster

How much longer?

 

My face will turn to stone before you answer

and the nights will still be starry

with wind blowing my question

finding deaf ears

because you are asleep far away.

 

But your ghost.

in hues of silver and purple

stay behind in my house forever.

 

And so it goes

a story old as the light of the moon

The first beat of a youthfilled heart

in time with one who left her too soon.

 

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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I like ghost stories, and this one sounds like it is still alive. Don't we all turn into ghosts when we sleep? Very nicely done, interesting.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A most silenced of subjects, yet you give voice to the tepid, well done, good read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Great imagry and theme. A really good introduction to your work, that makes me delighted that I clicked on it. aky thanks for posting it

Posted 13 Years Ago


the picture painted is vivid. you did a great job with this piece, neon sign letters is sticking in my mind- i think ima write something about that concept- good work here - props-

Posted 13 Years Ago


'jerking awake at the softest night noise
Afraid to find you still gone.

Or worse, still here.'
This part in particular got to me, so strong. I can relate to this so much. A very pain filled poem. Emotions make things real, life will get easier and it deserves to

Posted 13 Years Ago


ghost is a good term for those people and things that are no longer with us physically, but haunt our thoughts and occupy our minds. you expressed this extremely well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great job, the subject has such deep emotions and they're conveyed very well through your word choice. The stanzas separate the different parts in a easy to follow way, while still leaving enough to the imagination of the reader as well. The last stanza is very powerful and is a great ending note.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt

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