The Ghost

The Ghost

A Poem by Val Dohren



As resting in my bed I lay
I saw an awesome sight
A ghostly spectre hov`ring there,
To haunt me through the night

I hid my face beneath the sheets
Too scared to move at all
What was that apparition
Which stood there by the wall

Why had it come to visit me
To fill me with such fear
Would it stay there all night long
Or would it disappear

I hardly dared to look again,
But opened just one eye
Then slowly peeked across the room
And thought that I would die

I`m sure I saw it move my way
I couldn`t even scream
Because, through fear, I`d lost my voice
Oh, tell me it`s a dream!

That`s it, I thought, I`m fast asleep
It isn`t really there
And when I wake up in the morn
I`ll laugh at such a scare

So, still hidden `neath the sheets
I made it go away
Then slumbered softly through the night
Until the break of day

And when the morning light shone it
I sat up with a frown
The ghost I thought was haunting me
Was just my dressing gown

 

© 2012 Val Dohren


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Added on September 12, 2012
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Author

Val Dohren
Val Dohren

Preston, Lancashire, United Kingdom



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