Ghost Poem by Sheryl Barison

I am afraid in the dark even before.
I feel like someone will grab and hide me inside the mirror.
I imagine the face
That is so terrifying; I feel so scared.

A spirit, a ghost;
I don't see one, but still, I am afraid.
I'm always asking if they do exist.
Why do in the dark they live?

Till one day i found out,
Answer to my question
Without seeking it.
A ghost truly persists.

A sin, as I define.
It always hounds your conscience.
Bothering your mind.
It lies in your heart, a dark secret of life.