Haunted Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

Inever believed in the stories of ghosts
The stories of haunted houses
Until I became friends to two things
I thought lifeless,
It was like I have been out there before
Doing the discoveries,
I felt like one Greek, screaming Eureka!
Whatever that means, it just sounds like a breakthrough
So I had discovered a pen and paper
Lifeless things with souls

I never believed in the stories of ghosts
Until I had murdered these new buddies of mine, pen and paper!
I deprived them of what they needed most
The words of mine, my thoughts,
The feelings and my experiences
In short what I saw in this world and went through
So that's how I murdered them,
And that was the Genesis of me being haunted

I can't sleep, without seeing a pen moving around
It points to a paper that stands next to it
They both shout, SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE SOMETHING!
No matter how I close my eyes, my ears hear sounds of papers
I feel the blood of the pen oozing,
I see the colors, there are any among the rainbow streets
And that's my life now, a haunted life

I can't sit and read, without hearing papers open
The sounds in whispers, that says
I would be a book of knowledge and thoughts if not for you,
I would be a book of healing if not for you!
Wherever I go, I am haunted by the spirits of pen and paper

So they take over me,
And when I scribble, I am possessed
They control and make me reveal what I wanted not to share
They make my hands move
My head think
My heart emotional to reveal even the deep secrets