Ghostly Haunt: Notes of an Online Journal

“Ghostly Haunt


When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Where I may seek the reverence of prayer.
‘Tis nothing short of heaven has me daunt,
Unveiling thus to find there’s nothing there.

Caress the open wound, it beckons on,
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt.
Such peace unknown, belies a spirit wan,
As gradually, there is no Will to flaunt.

Yet even in the mist, so does it taunt,
Its shadow neigh reveals where it has gone.
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Each raven flies a day will never dawn.

I leave unclaimed, my answer from on high,
For what I have of face and body gaunt.
The truth is just as painful as the lie,
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt.




NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019