'Ghost' Poem by Brytanne Lee

Things are moving in my room
Touching me on my sleep
They call to me in my sleep
“HELP, HELP! ” they say
And all I can say is to go to the light and leave me alone
They follow me around the house, scratch at my door
Yell my name
Threaten me to help them
I can‘t I m so sorry
I hear them cry
Yells of screeching pain, of the torture of going around feeling no love
We are all friends
The living and the dead
We all must help the ghost