ghosts are around, seeming to follow
a touch on the shoulder here
a giggling laugh there, music in an ear
shadows cloud out the light
swarms of drunken spirits in a fight
walking with fear during the night
girls out on a hen do, shriek with delight
singing songs remind us why men are shit
alone lie the homeless with dogs by side
hoping to recover from the alcoholic bride
Rochester bridge painted as an iron clump
a man climbs up high, looking to jump
frozen in the chilling wind shouting away
hollows out with a kind of dismay
“please come down”……(patiently waiting)
“I’ve seen enough ghosts today”
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