Poem: Ancient Terrors

ancient terrors reach
from the miasma of graves
luring with ghost lights

Poem: In Waking Dreams

in my waking dreams
the lights of past ghosts watch me
a silent haunting

Poem: Living with Ghosts

It’s days like these
When all my rooms
Seem to hold ghosts
Of the past in shadows
That no amount of light
Can seem to chase away