Ghost

Ghosts in my attic
Ghosts in my basement
I hear ghosts in my mind
singing, singing, singing
chilling songs
such painful and terrifying songs
I shiver in my bed
I shiver in my living room
I hear the Ghosts
Haunting me
Tormenting me
Terrorizing me
What can I do
What can I do I ask
Move
Yes, I moved out of my home
The Ghosts moved with me
Ghosts haunting me
Day and night
Haunting me
Singing singing
those horrible songs
I am haunted
There is no freedom
From the Ghost's dark torment
I would flee
But I can't flee me

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

A dark tortured situation in this poem. The desire to be free of what we see as negative about ourselves, that which we wish and desire to escape, follows us no matter how far we try to run.

Or maybe the reader can see this as it is, a person trying to be free of a haunting only to discover moving doesn't help. It is themselves that is the thing being haunted.

Either way, good work and enjoyable poem.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Haunting images of inner torment materializing into inescapable "ghosts" bring out feelings of morbid fear and consuming conflict and the words of this poem do justice in achieving that. Gripping and captivating.

[Tina Kline]

Thank you!

[Star Wolf]

An eerie poem. There's no way to escape something if its yourself you're trying to escape. Awesome!

[Eric Cox]

Spooky situation. To never escape ghosts is chilling. Nice pen upon this.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks Eric.:)

[Eric Cox]

You're welcome. :)

[Black Cat Fever]

Yes, sometimes we just can't escape what is in us or what we've brought upon ourselves. I like this poem.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

I like this. She is the one being haunted not the house. When a ghost attaches itself to you it goes where you go. I like this, the way it is written and the whole poem itself. Good work.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks!