Alone at NightA Poem by GreenSkeleton16Being haunted by spirits who died in vein.I walk through the fog on this one dreadful night Spite and deception is all that’s in sight Through all the mirrors that replicate my reflection I’m feeling the heartache of hopeless perfection
I sit on a rock near a wide stream wondering if this is all just a dream I look at the ground and see heavy soil, remembering all the pain and turmoil.
Why is this pain all I can see? Why won’t these feelings just let me be? Why am I haunted by people’s mistakes? People who've died in rivers and lakes © 2011 GreenSkeleton16Author's Note
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StatsAuthorGreenSkeleton16Arlington, TXAboutMy passion is Music. My heart is poetry. My mind is spiritual, and this earth needs love. more..Writing
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