The Vanished

A ghost story with metaphors

I feel chills in the wind
Familiar presence but no ones there
Mourn for the lost soul
We are all living on a prayer
Like an 80's song on repeat
The chorus will start to Haunt
A vision that is unexplained
Cause old memories to taunt
A cry for help never forgets
For the one we couldn't save
Sometimes they will come back
Reappearing from the grave
A face amongst the shadows
Then it quickly fades
A sad eerie mystery
Where the emptiness prevades
Away from my heart
You become forever banished
A mist under the moonlight
Then you suddenly Vanished!

Reviews

[Novram]

Good, spooky poem. Shadows and mist are both particular manifestations of ghosts.

[Gee]

Bon Jovi hiding in this well written, timely piece for Halloween.
Good morning

[K writes]

I enjoyed this write, kind of dark but well written

[Sean M. Addams]

Thanks for the review. I appreciate it 😊

[Fran Marie]

Reappearing from the grave
A face amongst the shadows
Then it quickly fades

I found this poem darkly beautiful
yes chilling. yet calm ..a smooth
write. well penned as always

[Sean M. Addams]

I appreciate your review especially from the Queen of horror 😉

[Fran Marie]

you re s o welcome dear friend