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A haunter haunting haunts
a flick of a duster
a whip of a handkerchief
a whisper of gowns
on deserted hallways
an echo of memories
on silent sober pictures
all hung neatly on the wall
eyes of then watching passersby
shrieks and screams
rebounding on the turbid air
churning out thoughts of sorrow
from whipped ravaged flesh
the chambers for the lost
are all empty now
just silent walls stand
witness to the endless haunting
for the haunters haunt their haunt
trying to find out what went wrong
why was love locked out
with people called their own.
a whip of a handkerchief
a whisper of gowns
on deserted hallways
an echo of memories
on silent sober pictures
all hung neatly on the wall
eyes of then watching passersby
shrieks and screams
rebounding on the turbid air
churning out thoughts of sorrow
from whipped ravaged flesh
the chambers for the lost
are all empty now
just silent walls stand
witness to the endless haunting
for the haunters haunt their haunt
trying to find out what went wrong
why was love locked out
with people called their own.
Published 4th Jun 2015
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Anonymous
4th Jun 2015 3:42pm
I am not one for the supernatural and the like but you sure bring it to ..life!
4th Jun 2015 9:58pm
Slowgasm...thank you for reading. If you walk down an empty corridor do you wonder what other beings walk with you...or if a moment ago someone else walked the same way like you... these are haunters...:)
Anonymous
4th Jun 2015 6:09pm
I love it Grace:)..especially grabbed me the last stanza..wow..for the haunters haunt their haunt trying to find out what went wrong
why was love locked out with people called their own. Reminds me of thoughts I've had of death and being afraid of being stuck like that because love hadn't been fully realized with those in my life that mattered most..your a genius..
why was love locked out with people called their own. Reminds me of thoughts I've had of death and being afraid of being stuck like that because love hadn't been fully realized with those in my life that mattered most..your a genius..
5th Jun 2015 00:03am
And I second that. A poem about the haunting souls ends with such a haunting refrain.
5th Jun 2015 4:53pm
Insanewriter thank you for reading.:) it has been said that unfinish business make ghosts haunt their haunt...home, hospital or even roads.
5th Jun 2015 4:54pm
4th Jun 2015 10:17pm
I like your theory about spectral visitations. "Trying to find out what went wrong / why was love locked out." A bittersweet chill.
5th Jun 2015 4:56pm
Why indeed. Unfinish business mostly and perhaps they seek some answers as to why they were not loved or why their loved ones never did try harder to be with them in their hour of transition.:) haunters Crowfly.
8th Jun 2015 9:26pm
Uh, pretty scary Grace, made me think of the old horror masters well done my dear.
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4th Jul 2015 7:14am
A haunting write indeed, Grace, penned by your expertly gifted hand! I love supernatural poems like these… I recently wrote one called Crypt of the Child, which was all about a haunting I once experienced when out for a walk in town. I’d be honored if you’d give it a read sometime and post your thoughts on it for me to read. Thus far, no one except for Zoey has commented upon it. Thank you very much for posting your poem though! I loved reading it very much… all of your recent poems have been top-notch stuff of late. You’re still one of the greats, my darling friend! And ever shall be. :)
