ChurchA Poem by ThisismythearpyI briefly stayed in an abandoned dilapidated civil war era church in Tennessee, and this is what I wrote there.An abandoned church on a back road Briefly called home A congregation of ghosts Filling the empty pews A lone podium Covered in dirt and dust Is where I write Cracked mirror on the wall Even in this holy place The reflection shows demons in my face
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Added on June 17, 2017 Last Updated on June 17, 2017 Tags: Depression, sadness, running away, ghost AuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..Writing
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