Pickup you tears
The icy gaze
Downwards
The dark staircase
The only candle in the room
Stumble, snuffed out
The Poltergeist
With his wife
To descend?
Alas I can’t leap
I’m just a lonely ghost
A gentle tug
A push
And then a fall
Embracing the Poltergeist
Before I go to hell
I grab his hand
We walk down
Into the mist
I smile into His eyes
The eyes of the Poltergeist
Everything is okay now
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This is a very lovely poem! is everything okay now?
No but I’m still around so……
Sorry I just kinda contradicted myself a bit there
no, it clearly seems that you wants that to happen what you have said in the poem so you don’t have contradicted because poltergeists are only in fictional stories, not in real.
Oh ok I’m glad you understand it, but yeah I can only dream to be okay someday
I enjoyed this poem. Keep em comin’!
Thank you, I will.