A big, Gust of wind blowing through my hair
A cold gust, sending chills through my spine
As the air gets thicker, the closer I get
I. See those big brown eyes hiding in the white satin sheet
As it blows through the air
No lower limbs to be shown, just the eyes of a ghost
Floating around as I, walk to the gates of the cemetery
Your hand reaches out to me, before I fall into a big sunken hole, to my death
I then scream a horrifying sound and run for my life and never been seen or heard again
For I have vanished on this Halloween night.
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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