Ghost – A Free Verse

There is a creeping cold
That leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Unseen, yet surrounding us
In places that are important to them.
A fond memory
A tragedy
These are some of the places the spirits gather.

Do not catch their eyes young ones,
Especially those with the gift to the Unseen.
Those whose memories are not of this lifetime,
Empaths who are too insightful within minutes of meeting
Of dreamwalkers because of the intersection of liminal space
This space either physical,
Such as twilight, dusk, and dawn
Or the metaphorical that resides within your mid.

Ghosts are here and they shall stay
Either corrupted or benign
Some consumes others or humanity’s emotions
Others are protectors to those who are lost or fallen astray.

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