Ghosts - The Intruder Poem by Paul Warren

As the intruder I look for a way in
And for people with a dark side within
I know you all have something to hide
When in your dark side I can abide

I found her when she stopped to help him
When he collapsed on the road side so grim
As death released him not allowing me to remain
When his heart failed him finally in the strain

But she is stronger than others I have taken
With her fighting me all the way and not breaking
I saw that she embezzled money to help her ailing mother
Who was saved with the money taken without any bother

She was never found out for this dishonest deed
But over time replaced the money without greed
Now she is driving her car so fast towards a tree
And I struggle to get control of her whilst she try's to be free

I see the tree so large in the windscreenand she has won
As she hits the windscreen and I know her death has begun
But wait there is a car stopped and I hear someone coming
If I can get him to touch her that will be for me forthcoming

He has something to hide from others in this earthly world
For he in the Iraq War killed without trial a villager he felled
When I leave the woman in her final agonising death throes
And become part of him and as the world will not know

So I travel now from town to town in the devil's own grace
Taking a life when I want in as a carefully thought out pace
But you will never know who I am as In the street I pass you by
As just one of ordinary people as the days past quickly and fly.

© Paul Warren Poetry