Ghost Poem by Shierylle Barison

I fear the dark, as I did before.
It feels like someone is waiting behind my door.
With whispers soft, they beckon me near,
A haunting face, cloaked in my fear.

A spirit, a ghost, I seldom see,
Yet shadows whisper; they haunt me.
I ponder deeply, do they truly exist?
Why in the dark do they persist?

Then one day, the answer drew near.
Revealing truths I'd long held dear.
A ghost indeed, in each heart it lies—
The sin that stalks in silence, it cries.

It haunts your conscience, a burdensome weight.
A secret sorrow that won't abate.
It lingers deep where shadows entwine,
A darkened truth; it is yours and mine.