Walking the narrow paths
Between the darkness and the light
In the shadows where only memories dwell
Echoes of things that once were
The mist that steals the breath
Cold fingers tickle necks
Yells and shrieks that pierce the night
To haunt the living souls
Stalking, creeping, terrorising ghouls
Do they blame the living for their woes
Caught between the two known worlds
Stuck in moribund quicksand
More haunting now in my deepest thoughts
Is what caused the malady of such men
To be so confined and bound in pain
Is this the fate for me?
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem of any length in any style about ghosts. It can be about a ghost or ghosts. It can be by a ghost. It can be a real ghost or a made up ghost. It can be the ghost of St. Patrick's Day or the ghost of the lover you scorned back to seek revenge. Use your imagination. You may have notes, boats, videos, Morgan Freeman reciting, holograms leaping off the page, any and all colors. Go crazy if you aren't there already. You may also simply write an excellent poem. Good luck! |
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