The Ghost In The Woods
Run for your life and do not stop or look behind
The Ghosts in the Woods
The trees are quiet, but not still,
A shadow moves against the hill.
A whisper calls, too soft to hear,
But something’s watching, drawing near.
The path ahead is just a line,
The woods go on, but what’s behind?
Footsteps follow, though none are seen,
Where do they go? What do they mean?
A branch snaps loud, the silence breaks,
Yet no one stirs—nothing shakes.
The wind is cold, but you don’t feel,
What’s in the dark? What’s left unreal?
A flicker glimmers, just ahead,
The flick of white, a figure dead.
But when you blink, it’s gone, erased,
Just empty trees in a hollow space.
The air grows thick, the night feels wrong,
A distant hum, a ghostly song.
The further in, the harder it gets,
What’s at the end? What’s in the depths?
You hurry on, but something calls,
A voice that trembles, yet enthralls.
It beckons close, then fades away—
What waits behind? What cannot stay?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This is both spooky and philosophical, I loved it!
This reads like a good song, nice job.
Good work on this one and we all have to look out for ghosts of any type.