Poems

Ghosts

I hate to sit alone

I hate to lie in bed

Late at night

Is the time

For ghosts to frolick in my head

I hate to lie and think

For with nothing on my mind

The ghosts take over

Above my shoulders

And something's lost inside

The bricks, they gathered slowly

I didn't even see

'Till they were piled up so high

That I could hardly breathe

I see no more flowers

I see no more trees

Blooming, they should be

But you threw away the seeds

And now as I lie in bed so late

The ghosts are haunting

The ghosts are taunting

My garden will have to wait