Ghosts

A little ghostly poem

Photo by Kevin Escate on Unsplash

And only you and ghosts understand
why in the darkness with a lantern I stand.
In this grey dusted jungle, I sometimes needed a guide.

And only them and ghosts understand
why in the darkness like a lantern I stand.
In the middle of a graveyard, I lost you from my sight.

And only ghosts and me understand
why I break the darkness with my stand.
In the skirts of a volcano, I’m leaving fear behind.

And no one but ghosts understand
why in the darkness no one can alone stand.
In the scary times, call me and I’ll be by your side.