Anyone can be a ghost
It was dark yet the red brick wall managed to throw a pale upon the shadowy and diminutive form of a man. Skirting furtively, the figure moved across the alley and stalled behind a dumpster. Momentarily...he pops up and cast his eyes upon the contents within.
He was a ghost.
Twelve days now and no relief of her constant pain.
Eighty-three years who would have known a pain as this awaits.
Meds will arrive any day now, that's what they say anyhow.
Sure wish the kids would call.
She too, a ghost.
Andy was a not nice boy.
Lori thought as she walked home from school.
I should have slapped him, then...
Lori was snatched into some van.
She became a ghost.
On I-65 having so much fun
I got to stop to pee.
Damned semi-truck didn't think to stop,
to be the end of thee.
Ghost.
Nice one, Jayl. Enjoyed the tale. Great thing. Beautiful poem.5 *s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fascinating tale poem. Really enjoyed it! Jayl, congrats on POD!