The Ghoul
Who do we have here? Here she comes to steal from me as I lay in my coffin,
Cards,conversation inserting herself in,
Yes the beloved I knew them,stating all her lies,
Good deeds she claimed to have done for the deceased,
Pronouncing her judgement on the helpless dead,
Beating the bereaved,monopolizing the room,
Eyes bright with excitement,she records the look of the room,
The number of people attending,how many flowers received,
Tomorrow she will have her subject of the day,
Announcing to one and all in hushed tones,
She pastes yet another obituary notice in her photo album of stars,
The day was about her as others will be,
A visit to her bed post nightly is what’s coming,
Maybe I’m not so helpless after all.
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I gotta admit, Barbara.
I saw the word "Ghoul" and I just couldn't resist reading this.
I'm really glad I did because it's very good.
I believe there are some things so powerful they have the ability to transcend the cold, cruel confines of death and the grave.
Like hatred and vengeance, for example.
Nicely penned...
~Dean Kuch ♥~?~♥
I’m sorry for late reply.I could’t help but laugh at your first two lines.I ‘be been away
from CosmoFunnel for a few months and didn’t know who you were.Now I understand you write about dark stuff and are very good at it,so you could relate
to my poem re.Ghoul.Life is not always bright,as much as we want it to be.Thank you
so much for acknowledging this poem. Best to you and yours always.??