One night while hunkered in the gloom
Working on a poem in my small room
My keyboard jumped and came alive
Keys started clicking, writing
Upon the screen appeared this scroll
Not of my head but that of a ghoul
The air grew cold as it’s words appeared
Speaking of worms, stink and death
Woven through vivid tales of yore
Lost loves, war, pain and more
Mostly of doubt and lingering regret
Keeping its soul chained to Earth
With tears streaming down my face
At the terrible suffering taking place
The clicking stops abrupt and sure
Ghostly hand retreats from view
Wrung out with fear, filled with woe
To my bed I rush and bury down low
But sleep is fitful, rest unspent
It’s words invading, urgently sent
I surrender sleep and run downstairs
And read anew what the spirit said
Revealed in print, shock and awe
It’s a message from my own grandpa
He says to live life in the present
Don’t hate, maim nor carry resent
But let each day be lived well
Avoid his torture in the depths of hell
So I share this tale here with you
Hand to heart, every word is true
Eyes wide open, full of hope
Lesson learned from this sad ghost.
Susan Smoter - October 9, 2023
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