We writers are like ghosts,
Shrieking into the dark,
Under stars seen by few,
Witching hours,
Shadow people,
Revenants with quills,

Our ethereal words,
You read as we rot,
Rarely heeded until we’re dead and gone,
By our ectoplasmic hands,
The pen becomes animate,
A literary poltergeist,

In this modern world,
Wordsmiths are as wraiths,
Residing in haunted houses,
Solitary and forlorn,
Scratching at musky tomes,
Knowledge for future generations,

Our future readers,
They’re like mediums,
Conjuring up our phantasms,
Apparitions in the syllables,
Hearing our voices on the pages,
Even from the hereafter,

All writers are ghosts.

  1. Loveforlore says:

    ‘You read as we rot’…. So so true..

  2. Loveforlore says:

    Wordsmiths are like wraiths, residing in haunted houses, solitary and forlorn, scratching at musky tomes’

    You penned exactly what I had in mind. Beautifully expressed Osharlequin. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

  3. ;πŸ‘») πŸ“šπŸ–‹

  4. PoeEternal says:

    I certainly couldn’t argue against you…

  5. Beautiful. I could relate and how! Like I was searching for it.

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