Poetry

Ghostly Touch (#1352)

Footsteps heard and yet unseen,
A shadow across my computer screen,
I turn to see who could be there,
Nothing I see but dark and empty air,
It feels as if someone is waiting,
I turn back to my screen still debating,
From near me, I hear a tiny chuckle,
Gripping my chair, I white-knuckle,
I turn once more to see who laughed,
Oh, I’m going to need a cold draft,
I peer into the darkness and say hello,
Across my skin, I feel breath blow,
Out of my skin and my chair, I leap,
BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

Any Thoughts?

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