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The ghost is always with you he sees you all the time. You can not hide under cover, he'll find you everytime. He opens doors and talks outloud. You thought it was the wind. He's getting all so closer now, he wants to pull you in. He's an angry mean old ghost and you're his favorite daily host. You can not see his empty eyes, that follow you in dark disguise. Behind the shower curtain, a bang you thought was the door, Was a tease of what he leaves crawling cross your tiled floor. That scraping on your roof at night, not a stray cat looking for a fight. The ghost is creeping all about and tries to make you go look out. You may think he's not around, for he stares for hours without a sound. He's waiting for you to believe and then he'll make his presence seen. h a p p y H A L L O W EE N Let me know when you've seen......... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, G'night.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2009-11-05 07:56:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Oh well that is easy, I saw the ghost of my father after my oldest daughter was born so that was 43 years ago....enjoyed the read, the easyflow of your words, the images you created with the flare of your pen, the fun of the season though this year brought more sorrow then happiness to some children out trick or treating....pehaps his family will see his ghost in the days to come. (a ten year old boy was killed when a tree fell on him while waiting for his friends to go trick or treating). Thanks for posting, God Bless, Claire
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