I believe in ghosts, spirits that are here among us,
Do they wander all around us as we live and sleep.?
Sit at the edge of our beds talking to us while we dream,
Are they angry or sad, happy with smiles that last forever.?
Are there mean and evil ones that cause us pain while we sleep,
Maybe the unexplained events in our land are because of them.?
I think we have ghosts among us from many different centuries,
Possibly they visit a world they can never again live in, missing.
Do they trap themselves in a world where they no longer belong,
Afraid to move on to a new world, scared as they are not quite sure.?
Ghosts are where?, forever they wander between what we can not see.
Keith Garrett
Thanks for the follow and neat poem! I can relate. Did you read my Haiku about the ghosts that live in my house? Looking forward to reading more!
I once read an upsetting definition of what a ghost is… something along the lines of… an earthly spirit unable to leave the earth, and unable to live within a body… the last four lines of this poem describe a similar idea.
Thanks for visiting my site and “liking” my post. Good luck with the poetry here.
“wander between what we can not see” Yes!