Ghosts Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Ghosts are out there
as real as can be.
Disembodied spirits
waiting for you and me.

Some have a story.
That's chilling when told.
Listen and you'll hear their voices
when the air turns cold.

They try to reach out.
To let us know they are about.
A gentle touch or a pull.
A ghost will never shout.

They'll give you a glimpse
of their former selves.
A brief shadow or image
not much else.

So when next the hair
stands on the back of your neck.
Be mindful of where you are.
Keep your fears in check.