Ghost Alive Poem by Jasjiv Singh

In the shadows lurks the face
of the man, for years, on the run
He waits, breathes and watches
His eyes, more dangerous than a gun
Knives are his words that kill
His instincts acting as shield
Never gotten close to capture
Like an invisible weapon on field
People scared, souls move in fear
Damp weather adds to the eeriness
The roads get empty at dusk
Suffocation at the density of the emptiness
This ghost town has an alive ghost
Who has unfinished work at hand
Though he's made of flesh and blood
His aura wears the death brand
Time is what he has in plenty
Slowly ticking away in glory
He is the feared ghost alive
Everyone yearns to know his story