The World Unseen

The World Unseen short poem

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Well there are many, many
portals and gateways from
this world of the living to
the WORLD UNSEEN
where demons and ghosts
walk among us not only
in the night but in the
daytime too…
Could be they’ve attached
themselves to you just
because they find you some
kind of an amusing new
kind of plaything and you
are familiar with the occult
and the oui, well don’t you
know it is a portal, a gateway
for them and then the haunting
begins, cold spots and goose
bumps on your skin disembodied
voices telling you to do bad
things and your stuff has been
moved from one room to another
again…
You hear wicked laughter behind
you, you turn around to find no one
there, could be because of you’re
a sensitive and wise in the ways of
the occult, no wonder they find you
an amusing little plaything but then
again it can happen to any of us
demons and ghosts are here, there
and everywhere ‘cuz there are many,
many, many portals and gateways
from the land of the living to the
WORLD UNSEEN!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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