Ghosts. Do you believe? Here’s what I think.
Enjoy your Sunday,
Their spirits wander still, they say
as they did back in their living day,
when feeling, breathing, beings were
before death’s visit on him or her,
and their bodies, in the ground did lay.
Seen by some, but to some just air
a feeling only that they’re there.
A thing or two that’s out-of-place,
or a fleeting vapor with a face.
Or an empty, moving, rocking chair.
Spirits restless, young and old
and their signal is an eerie cold,
warning all who enter there
some with a gentle pull of hair,
while some, a lot more bold.
Some are playful, some are mean
some, can make the brave man scream.
But they’re just the same as they were before
while trying to reach that farther shore.
Yet remaining in between.
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