My first attempt (After a long time) in rhyme.

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The ghosts

The chairs are empty
deprived of love & care
once destined for lavish dinners
but are covered in dust instead.

Days go by in the old house
people no longer scared by ghosts
even they are sick of staying
in this limbo they are lost.

The door opens and sun floods in
with happy children's voices
and the ghosts are hiding in the cupboards
afraid of making the right choices.

Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 12:44

Tags Ghosts  Loneliness 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. There is nothing like a noisy child to scare away ghosts.