Ghost

Ghost

I can see something from the corner of my eye.

Something evil, from an era gone by.

I watch it float, I watch it fly.

I feel it watching me, cold, and sly.

When I look to the left it disappears,

When I look to the right, there it is,

Feeding my fears.

I don’t believe in ghosts, yet, I see it there.

I feel evil intentions in its inhumane stare.

Oh, lord, what can it be,

This ghostly entity that watches me?

It follows me wherever I go,

Whether I run fast, or whether I run slow.

How does it keep up with me, how does it know?

I stop to rest, to ease the pain in my thighs,

I remove my glasses, to rest my eyes.

I looked at the lenses, and realize,

There’s a little smudge on the right lens,

Right where the ghostly shadow begins.

I hope no one finds out I was running in fear,

From something on my glasses,

Just a tiny smear.

{Shhhh-don’t tell anyone}

R. F. Sorrell /5/4/2014- ©