Ghosts

Many Poems have been written about ghosts... this is rather a cliched topic. But here is my take:

Night, Fright, Dark, Un-bright
Amid silence, a knock on my door
Knock, Knock, Knock.
I see my clock, it's eleventy twenty
The doorknob's as cold as the floor.

The door is shaking, Neighbours not waking
My hand shivers, I turn the knob
My leg quivers, Eyes say "Fright!!
It's a ghost in white!"

With trembling voice I say
"I don't fear ghosts! Nay!"
But white senses my lack
Of conviction, as I step back.

"You may be a ghost, I don't care!
I'll roast you such, you won't bear!"
I step towards it.

With sweaty palms, i grab it's coat
Can't just stand and let it float...
I know I'm dead meat, as I pull the sheet.

The sheet in my hands, I look around
Nothing in sound, or sight
Again, up my spine, is a light touch,
Moving fast, moving slow, it's FRIGHT!

Somehow I try to run, but
I have gone weak in the knees.
I fall down, but still can't see it
It's up my spine, like a swarm of bees
It's into my head, then down my knees.

The floor breaks, my head quakes
As my soul wakes...

As I was lifted out of my lifeless body
The invisible poltergeist looked warier
Apparently, my own ghost is scarier!