I listen to the fucking rain falling
Drinking my coffee,
seeing and speaking to no one!
I haven’t seen anybody in weeks.
My life is the TV, computer and window.
No one walks by in the daylight,
only in the dark of night;
I hear their footsteps,
running, always running.
Music sounds wicked strange today,
it’s the thunder rumbling in the background.
I ran out of milk this morning;
Where’s that damn mask?
I can’t find my mask!!
The store says I can’t come in without it.
Why does the cat keep staring at the wall?
Is there a secret world hiding in there?
Or have I been in this apartment for so long,
I’ve gone freakin’ nuts?!
Oh shit, I hear a flute playing in the room upstairs.
I don’t have a flute, and there’s no one else here.
Oh great, so now I have ghosts in my house?
Well, that explains my weird cat staring all day,
or maybe he’s dead, “Tigger, look at me”,
Dammit, he won’t move, now what the hell….
oh look,
the picture over the mantle is crooked again,
fuckin’ ghost.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has five poetry collections to date: 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', 'Zephyr's Whisper', ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’ and ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’. Ken's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has most recently begun producing Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had wonderful success sharing his poetry. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. Ken Allan can be reached at kadfield@gmail.com. Read other articles by Ken Allan.