The Ghosts We Left Behind
A poem inspired by writing a novel about a haunted cruise ship.
No matter how much blood splattered the decks,
the sea remained blue, keeping the screams
and calls for help that were never heard.
Many bodies were never recovered,
yet whispers clung to the sails at night.
All survivors were assumed insane,
haunted by echoes no one else could hear.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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Comments (3)
My toxic trait is still wanting to go on that cruise ship, lol. Loved your poem!
Bloody creepy goodness! ⚡💙⚡
Horrific and haunting nice work!