Possessed

            Whispers down the corridors,

 Voices in my head,

Talking softly to me,

Stammers of un-dead.

Ghostly echoes eerie,

Their faces I cannot see,

Telling their sad stories,

They will not let me be.

Tales of desolation,

Misery and lies.

Spirits are appearing…

Seeing through my eyes.

Author's Note

Just a little spooky poem...Any thoughts?

Reviews

[A]

I loved the last few lines, especially the last line, 'Seeing through my eyes.' and the way you bolded different words for emphasis. Very nice. :D