Just a couple of inches
till I am almost there,
just a couple seconds
and someone might care.

But right now, no one
is asking how I feel.
I just keep checking in
on everyone and that’s
how I manage to deal.

No ghosts in the attic
but I am haunted.
No Mary Shelley
Or Lord Byron
but this is gothic.

A tingling sensation
like it’s my spider sense
cause I know what horrors
are cooking in the cauldron,
those bad vibes are a boiling.