Ghosts - Whispered Voices In The Next Room Poem by Paul Warren

Ghosts - Whispered Voices In The Next Room



The soft footsteps on the stairs
Darkness descends and thickens the air
The sudden temperature drop too soon
Whispered voices in the next room

Dancing orbs fall from the ceiling
An icy hand touches my shoulder revealing
A haunted house with deathly hallows
With spirits who at quiet times are not mellow.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Friday, July 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,poems,supernatural
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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