Jacob Carson

Its not much of a superstition
Mostly just a gift
I see spirits of the dead
Ones that like to drift.

I see them reincarnated
It happens all the time.
Not the way they really died
But how they will look next.

I know a lot
About the living and the dead
I know they both have secrets and
They both hold lots of dread.

They can be happy though as well
Just like my best friend.
I have a spirit next to me
As I write this, till the end.

His name is Jacob Carson
Jake for short, he decrees.
He writes a few of my poems
When I can't, you see.

So I believe in supernatural
Paranormal and just wierd.
But my gift is just another thing
To tie me to the feared.