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08

The Ghost at my Side, a poem

Just a little something for Halloween.  Yes, I know it’s a retread, but I’ve simply been too busy to do much writing.  For those  who haven’t seen this before, I hope you enjoy it. –Smith

In morning hours dark and fleeting,
I hear the sound of two hearts beating.
As I lie beneath the covers
A strange visage above me hovers.
And if a mirror I chance to pass
I see two faces in the glass.
I cannot flee–though oft I’ve tried–
The ghost that hovers at my side.
.
Ever stalking, ever reaching
Towards me, mutely beseeching.
The two of us each draw a breath,
One in life and one in death.
As moonlight casts a baleful pall
Two shadows glide across the wall
In alleys dim. Vaguely descried,
The ghost that hovers at my side.
.
I know not why she follows near
Or what she wishes me to hear.
Or why she haunts my every hour
With spectral face so pale and dour.
When I sleep, her whispered screams
Into nightmares turn my dreams.
Rest eternal her denied,
The ghost that hovers at my side

–Stephen P. Smith

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3 Responses to “The Ghost at my Side, a poem”


  1. October 31, 2008 at 4:29 am

    It was new to me. 🙂 Nice. 😉 Happy Halloween!

  2. October 31, 2008 at 11:48 am

    Sounds hauntingly familiar.. perhaps I have read these mysterious words before… or perhaps it was the ghost at my side… nice to see you’ve returned… have a great weekend

  3. November 3, 2008 at 11:50 am

    Very haunting
    Ok, that had to be said
    anyhow
    great poem. i like the unasnwered mystery of the piece.


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