by Rosie Coombs

Created on: August 08, 2010

Carefully walking down a lonely road,

I here what I think is feet behind me,

I turn to look but nothing is there,

I pick up my pace and look ahead,

For I feel there is someone beside me,

A spirit? A feeling? A ghost perhaps?

An icy hand touches my shoulder,

I stop and stand with sweat on my forehead,

Then as quick as it came, it was gone.

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