I looked for something

I sought it out

For now its unseen

For now there’s doubt

Under the bed

Behind the shade

Still like the dead

The noise did fade

I looked for someone

I sought them out

They are still unseen

They knock about

I see the wind blow

I feel the cold

I sense a faint glow

I’m getting old

The spirits come calling

They are unseen

They move like falling

They welcome me


About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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