Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Revenge of a Ghost

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
The ghosts are near,
My skin is sheer,
I feel it disappear,
Is this what they call fear?

I watch the clock
It begins to tock
The shadows appear
Is this what they call fear?

The clouds bring rain,
But that can’t wash away pain,
Can’t anyone even hear?
Is this what they call fear?

My breath is short,
His face ; contort,
A bloody smear
Is this what they call…fear?

Darkness,
Oblivion,
This is the end,
Not mine,
Not today,
But his,
Oh what a fray,

I am not the victim,
This game is my dictum,

I look at him and sneer…

I am what they call fear.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback