Remnant

I've always wanted to believe in ghosts, even as a child, and my logical brain would never allow me. I wish one day to be proved wrong.

I imagined a figure in my doorway

Wishing for her to be true

Sensing a story

Something untold

Something forgotten.

I remember the night I explored their territory

Possessive, wanting

Wanting them to reveal what has never been proved.

Cold, touch, scratch

I felt it all within a second

But forgot almost instantly.

I dreamt that night

She visited

In my door, I saw

Her hair a shadow

Translucent

Invisible

Never heard, never seen

I spoke out to her,

What is your story?

She turned

And never returned

I woke that morning,

Remembering that

I do not believe.

Reviews

[Shellie]

I really really like this poem!!!! Its true - we want to be proved wrong and really see one even if noone believes us you know youve seen one and for that reason we do wish, even though i imagine id freak out if i did see a ghost, but the poem is great and the ending lines were perfect!

[Klep]

Creepy. Reminded me of nights on my aunt's allegedly haunted third floor. Very solid though, you were able to convey a subject matter poetically, and establish an ambiance, without spelling anything out loud for the reader.

[Iliana Peters]

I'm subscribed to your youtube channel and I bloody love you! This is beautifully written, well done :)