The Ghost Story Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Of course dearly beloved I have a story for you, but I may sound the same as everyone else

Like all stories it is something of a puzzle when viewed from a certain angle, it seems meaningless, then when viewed from another angle, suddenly it becomes suggestive, it is so fraught with extraordinary events and occurrences as to be impossible of relating to you

But (and this is a rather large and imposing but) all stories have a time of telling

And when that time comes there is no use evading

Besides it would be unfair not to tell it, especially to you (it would be very-very unfair)

For I have seen the awareness expressed in your eyes many times over the years....

That acute awareness of the mystifying thing, but it never quite becoming a question

Rather it becomes, little by little a tiny fear and eventually a great fear until alas:

Until the awareness and the fear become one thing and so distended that a single small wound would make them burst forth as in the sudden releasing of very powerful waters of
a huge flood

So in conclusion, I say to you, it is not every person who is so haunted and keeps company with a ghost for an entire lifetime, constantly being tortured, life long, while living here on earth

But I am the one left here to explain you, as I shall try to do...