Ghosts
By Zip017
I hear their footsteps step slowly outside my door,
I taste their sourness when they touch my core.
I smell nothing as they aren’t physically there,
I see their different dark silhouettes tower and glaire.
I feel their pain, their yearning, their want,
I sense them and their excises to wander and haunt.
I hear their voices whisper at night,
I taste their happiness and fear for the light.
I smell their husky, smokey hides they wear,
I see their long sharp hands reach out to scare.
I feel their presence every night when I’m up real late,
I sense them that much, each night i just wait.
I hear their whispers and their strange alien groans,
I taste what they feel, as if they were my own.
I smell their aura and their force as they passes through,
I see them gather, its scary but true.
I feel them all around me like 20 trees at most,
I sense the evil and good in each and every ghost.
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