In childhood’s gaze, I heard the tales
Of ghosts that haunted, our neighbors’ frail
Screams in the night, whispers in the dark
A chill ran down, my young heart’s spark
Food and cans littered, on the balcony floor
Lights switching off, and on, at midnight’s roar
But as I grew, and years went by
None of these sights, did my eyes ever spy
The stories faded, like a dying flame
Leaving me wondering, if they were just a game
A product of imagination, a trick of the mind
Or did the ghosts, simply leave, and I was left behind?
The whispers in the dark, the screams in the night
Became a distant memory, a fading light
But still I wonder, if they’re true
The ghostly tales, that my childhood once knew.
