Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2021
It whispers in my ear.
The shadow with no fear
speaking, without shedding a tear.

About a danger coming near,
coming right towards my rear.
Speaking, equipping my holy gear.

It tells me to stand and sing
while it holds me under its wing

"Do not be afraid of the ghost.
It is only a victim so lost."
by Svetoslav Ivanov
Svetoslav
Written by
Svetoslav  21/M/Montana, Bulgaria
(21/M/Montana, Bulgaria)   
485
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems