Ghost of Forevermore

by Denny Marshall

There came a knocking on the door
A ghost then glided across the floor
Nineteenth-century clothes it wore
Asking directions to Baltimore

Covered myself up in a sheet
Quickly sprang up to my feet
Too much fear to let out a scream
Next moment woke up from this dream

I reach down and pick up a book
That has fallen from its nook
I lie back down upon the bed
While stories swirl inside my head
I close my eyes and fall asleep
Soon between the pages plunging deep


Copyright © 2017 by Denny Marshall

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