Ghosts

Ghosts

I see ghosts, around and everywhere

I breathe, a chill runs through my hair

I walk, they nab me from the back

I run, my bones start to crack

I joke, they give me a sneer

I laugh, they wait for a tear

I close my eyes, I enter their lair

I touch them, they immediately disappear

I wear the armour, I raise my sword to fight

I am surrounded, they advance like the blight

I swing, and miss

I hear them laugh, its like the snake's hiss

I swing again, my body feels warm

I look around, I bleed from my arm

I open my eyes, there are mirrors on the speaking tree
I see my reflection, the ghosts are in me


Still a work in progress ....