Haunted Poem by Paul Seay

If my stare were ghostly cold and abandoned by a smile
Would you flee my haunted soul - a stranded passersby?

Would you learn what's in my walls - exhuming the remains inside?
Peering through windows at my pain - and what I've buried alive

Could you pass each door I'd left open carrying an opened mind?
Snapping pictures while walking through - the memories left behind

And search upon every level - my grounded foundation to steeple
Investigating what walks along - without presumption of evil

Would you know halls dark in my heart are not empty?
Seeing clear a spirit true - of all you sought within me

Not by the crucifix, or holy water blessed
Only with the summon of my soul, that light will manifest