In the moment of fear...
It’s not
ghosts...it’s not spirits
It’s the scary
thoughts
That
descends down the spine
Make you gloom
and fragile
Rope seems
like snake
Sound of
wind becomes whistle
In the
moment of fear
Every simple
thing becomes evil
Hold the
heart firm
March ahead
with guts
Nothing stops
you to move
Neither the
ghost nor spirit
(for Poets Unites, Verse First ~ Ghosts & Spirits & Scares!)
Comments
It’s the scary thoughts
That descends down the spine"
^ Love that part the best! Beautiful imagery!!!