'Ghosts' by Lyn Martin

Dark, dangerous, dicey places

a black tunnel

like at Blaise Castle.

It starts in the graveyard

spooky, where the ghosts live.

You have to go down

where the walls are made of stone

and the cobwebs are like something

out of a horror film

Where a deadly spider might be hiding

where you can’t see the floor because of all the dry leaves

where the rats might be.

It’s eerie.

When I see the end of the tunnel, I feel relieved

like when you know you have survived

the difficult feelings through poetry

and come out in a pretty field of daisies.

This is where I want to walk free

With the graveyard far behind me.