FOOTSTEPS IN THE ATTIC

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SLEEPY TIME POEMS

 

Hearing footsteps

in the attic

and eerie thoughts

run thru my head

as I entertain

the possibilities

 

I guess,

I can’t disallow

the existence of ghosts

as it is quite impossible

for any noise

to be coming from there

 

I’m being haunted,

I guess,

by an unfulfilled past

trying to stir me

into action

for my days remaining

 

and in this agitated state

I feel the need

to let it ride out

to its own logical conclusion.



 

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allets's picture

like this haunting

there r ghosts. there r! 



Onyamaichi

 

georgeschaefer's picture

I used to hear them in the

I used to hear them in the attic--it surely wasn't just the house settling.