Lady In Black Poem by P.J. Reed

Lady In Black


She follows me from room to room,

Footsteps echoing in the gloom.


Softly her boots tap up the stair,

Scents of lavender fill the air.


In mirrored reflections, she waits,

Her fractured face just stares and hates.


I catch glimpses of long black dress,

Wrapped tightly in loving caress.


Then vanishes into a mist,

I breathe in the air that she kissed.


Black eyes watch as in bed I lie,

They laugh and tease, I slowly die.


No one believes that she is there,

Just following me everywhere.


I can never be at my rest,

Its' always me and silent guest.



By P.J.Reed