Alone Poem by Michael Chau

I was at home, all alone.
In the dark and dreary night,
The sound of screaming, the sound of fright.
I hear a whisper in my ear.
“I am a ghost do not fear.”
She’s wearing chains with years of rust.
Should she be someone I should trust?
She says her name cannot be told.
‘Cause she is clearly very old.
“You have to get away from here.
The spirit to reap you is coming near.”
Then I saw the spirit, the one in red.
With one word on his outfit, which says “DEAD.”
So I followed the ghost, the one in blue.
I grabbed her hand and away we flew.
I might be 14, but my parents are dead.
And I’m not sure that this is in my head.
But I swear I can tell them from one another.
The one in red is my dad and the blue is my mother.
She brought me to the place where they had died.
And I just sat down and started to cry.
I couldn’t believe it and then I knew.
“Your father killed me and I killed him for you.”
They were both stabbed and I found the knife.
If my father is death, then my mother is life.
So I just figured something that makes sense to me.
And this may sound a bit crazy.
Those words aren’t signs, they’re labels that pry.
So my mother must live and my father must die.
Here comes my father, right on cue.
Because I knew exactly what to do.
I must kill him with the same knife.
It will keep him from me, it will keep him from his wife.
I pushed in the knife to subdue his death.
And surely you would know the rest.
Then my mom laughed an evil laugh.
And I knew my job was done but only in half.
I have taken the wrong person by mistake.
And it is my mother’s life I am supposed to take.
So I gave her a slash and that was all I needed.
While she faded away, her chest, it bleeded.
And in a blink of an eye, I was back at home.
And just like the beginning I was all alone.