We are surrounded by the dead they do not rest in coffin beds they do not leave for the other sides here on Earth each spirit resides don't scoff at what you cannot see their haunting is a reality you may hear the voices of the dead you may feel a chill that can't be shed you will grow weak if on you they feed the energy within they will bleed some of us have seen their ghostly forms nothing about them ever warms objects may move, beware of knives in some of these spirits darkness thrives most of these spirits cry ghostly tears trapped here for so many long years forever on Earth souls reside they do not leave for the other sides they do not rest in coffin beds we are surrounded by the dead.
I like this poem. Ghosts are always a cool topic. I was lucky and was in the Army. I spend time in South and Central America. I stood on so-call holy ground of old religion. You can feel the evil that was done there. I went to many dead camps from WW2 in Europe. The smell of death and pain was strong. A excellent poem.
You made me think.
Coyote
I've been writing since 1984.
I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here.
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