Ghost Plague

by on Jun 17, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Passed the cemetery last night
Thought I read my name
Looked again at the stone
It didn’t read the same

Ghosts been plaguin’ my dreams
Long as I can remember
They’re tryin’ to talk to me
But I can’t understand what they say

Saw my great aunt Alma
Wearin’ a white death’s shroud
So many ghosts in my bedroom
I couldn’t get through the crowd

Saw someone I used to know
Just couldn’t place their face
Decomposition can do that
I wonder, was he from the human race?

Get tired of the ghostly whispers
Fillin’ up my ear
They don’t have nothin’ to say
That I want to hear

No prophecies of future love
No hints of ‘pending doom
All I want is the ghosts
Out of my bedroom

Ghosts been plaguin’ my dreams
Long as I can remember
They’re tryin’ to talk to me
But I can’t understand what they say

All I know is, they’re scaring
All my dates away.

Tina L. Jens teaches the fantasy writing courses at Columbia College-Chicago and has a blog about writing that goes live Sunday nights at BlackGate.com. She also runs the monthly Gumbo Fiction Salon reading series. She’s had about 75 short stories published, and her first novel, The Blues Ain’t Nothin’; Tales of the Lonesome Blues Pub was a final nominee for the Bram Stoker and International Horror Guild Awards. She has a Bride of Frankenstein novella forthcoming in the anthology Gaslight Ghouls (Chaosium). When not writing or teaching, she’s usually hanging about in Blues clubs or haunting New Orleans.

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