Patti Masterman Haunted Poems

In a tree haunted forest
She walks in white;
Hands before her-
She fears the night.
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Haunted rooms-
But I'm the ghost
Who has forgot
What loved the most.
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When you leave a room forever
(As a hotel room, or a waiting room in some foreign town) ,
Though you know you may never go there again,
It pull's on your mind's substance, somehow
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haunted neon fingers
flicker over the paid for room,
as the desperate linger
under it's auspices.
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