I Screamed In The Night Poem by Phil Soar

I lay awake last night, after a fright
A ghostly apparition in my room
It made me turn a lighter shade of white
And made me think of my impending doom

It floated high beneath the ceiling fan
A silent misty flow of neon blue
I screamed out loud and then I sort of ran
It was the only thing that I could do

I tripped upon the stairs and tumbled down
And landed in a heap upon the floor
Just in time to see a ghostly gown
Slipping through the locked back kitchen door