
Buried Ghosts
Mountains high
Old dark scars
Black tar rivers run
High castle walls
Lords and Ladies having fun
Unearthly sounds split the night
Warning went unaided
Fools entered
Swallowed by dark inner walls
Never would angels enter
Indoor evil attracts its own
Walls scarred by sounds new, swell
Souls buried in old castle mortar
Too long they lie forgotten
Names scratched on walls
Calling out dates to remember
No visitors heeding
Their hearts unturned
By old news…
© anita dawes
Quite eerie ! Excellent poetry 👍🤝
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Thank you!
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I know places like that, Anita. Great poem. So atmospheric. I can ‘smell’ the damp, dank walls…
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Thanks, Steve! Anita hopes you sleep well tonight!
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Powerful poem, Anita. And so haunting. Well done!
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Thank you, Diana!
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