Philip Carter

(London)

Ghost Or Dream


'Who are you sir? What do you want? '
But the stranger would not say
'Dammit sir, I demand to know'
But he just turned and walked away
As I watched, the stranger walked
Slowly across the room
Then vanished without a sound
Into the growing gloom
An icy chill enveloped me
And I felt my body shake
If this is a dream I want it no more
I want to be awake
I cannot rise up off my bed
No matter how hard I try
My face is wet from the many tears
As I begin to cry
Why did the stranger visit me
And fill me with such dread
Was he here to claim my soul?
Am I really dead?
Suddenly I'm sitting up
And I let out a piercing scream
Was it a ghost from my past
Or just a horrible dream.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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Another poem I had in my head when I woke up.

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