Because who knows why.
Here it is, though, and I’ll tell you the title afterwards… because I want you to try to guess what it’s about by the end!
Up for the challenge? Here goes…
He’s always hiding in the corner
Probably hoping I won’t remember
He won’t come out when I’m at rest
Because that’s when I’m thinking less
He only tries when I’m awake,
But never in the light of day,
To tell me what he has to say
He’s just a shadow on the wall
But he hovers there all night long
Rarely does he make a sound
But when he does, it’s very loud
He begs for my attention,
Pushing until he gets it,
And then leaves it in suspension
One time I tried to speak with him
But he didn’t want to listen
I asked him why he wouldn’t leave
And then, suddenly, he touched me
And he whispered:
I live here, too, you know
You think you’re the only one
To call this place your home
But I’ve been here long before you
And now I think you know the truth
You will never be alone
Because you live with a ghost
Eek… so, I guess I kind of gave away what it was really about in the last line… so, anyway, it’s called ‘My Ghost’.
What kind of ghost, though??? Interpret it however you want because I honestly don’t even know.
Until my next poem, though… which may not be for a while, who knows, because poetry isn’t usually my go-to. Lately, though, I’ve been getting into it a lot more… so maybe you’ll even get a fresh one to read by next week again!
Have any ghosts been haunting your poetry???