Category: Randomness – Poems, Haiku, and Other Stuff

The room is cold,

no light filters into the gloom.

A quiet abandoned place,

dark, full of doom.

Footsteps echo,

walking across the floor.

I listen to them move,

as they reach the attic door.

The door opens,

closes back.

Footsteps on the stairs,

on a downward track.

I crawl inside my covers,

listen as the steps draw near.

Should I run?

Should I hide?

The covers shift,

the ghost is by my side.

As the rocking chair creaks,

I lie awake in bed,

with images of ghosts,

dancing in my head.

Why is the rocking chair moving?

Who or what is in the chair?

Rocking all night long,

without a single care.