It is often said that the dead
Are, forever, dead
And that only fools believe in ghouls.
But, having read
Of ghosts and vampires. When I retire
To my bed
I feel the dead
Draw near.
And in my troubled dreams I scream
In fear.
Yet ghosts and ghouls
Are for fools –
Or so I hear …
There is truth in your words, Kevin. What we don’t fear by day can haunt us at night.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you like my poem.
I love thus one, Kevin, and the unusual rhyming pattern. And, yes, we believe things in the dark that we scoff at in the light.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like it.