Ghost Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why is it that a ghost keeps his clothes his shackles on?
Is it even when we're dead we're still imprisoned
why is it that a ghost walks through walls isn't free
is it even when we're good or bad, we are all alone?
Why is it that a ghost wakes up in the twilight zone?
And believes he can scare even the likes of me
why is it even I walk these dark halls alone
why is it even I howl at the moon?
Why is it even I keep all my clothes on?
Why is it even I keep my shackles close
why is it my ex-lover is around every corner?
Why is it she can't see me
why is it I can't leave her?
Why is it I can't go?
Why is it I only hear?
oooooOOOOOooooo
oooooOOOOOooooo
oooooOOOOOooooo
... A ghost!