Sally’s Ghost

Sally’s Ghost

A Poem by Bo Lanier

Well SALLY'S corpse is in the graveyard

But her ghost clings to me like an old wet

Blanket...maybe it's because I treated her

Like dirt when she was alive and shot her

When I caught her cheating on me then

Threw her body in the in the dark, choppy

Waters of the Chesapeake Bay but it wasn't

Long until they found her body and now

The rest of my life is to be spent in this

High facility prison but the real but the

Real torture is that she haunts me everyday

And every night and I don't mean from

Memory, I mean she really haunts me in

All her stink and creepy crawlies...

I guess I deserve her wrath, hell have no

Fury like a woman scorned, she says I

Will make you regret the day you were

Ever born...

I used to think dead is dead but now I

Know I was wrong 'cuz she might be

Dead but she is long from gone, she clings

To me like an old wet blanket and I'm

Going outta my head 'cuz I know she's

Gonna haunt me now and long after I am

Dead, even tho SALLY'S corpse is in the

Graveyard she clings to me like an old wet

Blanket, she says I'll never let you forget

What you did to me on this you can bet...

Oh and SALLY'S GHOST clings to me like

An old cold, cold wet blanket, just like an old

Cold, cold wet blanket!

© 2016 Bo Lanier


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Bo Lanier
Bo Lanier

Chattanooga, TN



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Bo Lanier resides from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with over twenty years of experience. He has received several achievement awards in creative writing throughout the ye.. more..

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