Ghost Hunt

In a tiny world we dwell

Where we all know each other well

From afar, over the fence

We're all just ghosts, in suspense

We stare at each other, perplexed

Realizing that we're all vexed

By what's inside, what's unseen

We're all just ghosts, a figment of a dream

In this small world, we all bear

Our ghosts hidden under our wear

Be wary of those you undress

Lest they haunt you, causing distress

We love to judge, to hold sway

On what others do or say

Hysterics abound, discontent

But rarely do we say "I like him" with intent

A long tale told in a circle round

By a wise drunk, whose insights astound

From the edge of the village, he watched

As things went their course, fate unmatched

Only ghosts can stop their own

And face their fears, the unknown

To see what scares them the most

And release themselves from their ghostly host

I have a ghost in my room

That fills me with a sense of doom

I hear it lurking in the attic, unseen

Its presence felt, like a waking dream

I see it in the window, as it peers

How it steps heavy, with boots and gears

Pulling the curtains by the tail

It watches me always, without fail

I know it's there, I feel its presence near

But I'm not alone, that much is clear

For in this small world, we all have ghosts

Haunting us, the ones we fear the most.