An Anatomy Of a GhostA Poem by Jacky BonesTurn the lights lowI've got myself. In a sand hole. Lucky for me. I got all the light I need. Satellights in fist. Circled by sand fish. In my defence. There is future complications. Sand and hope I swollow. But I got a hollow. Got it for my head. Before I go to bed. And if the lions choose to play. I'll spare a breath, if I may? Turn the lights low. Take my life now. It's to late to pull together. Here comes the weather. Observations. Obligations. Face the fact. I'm falling back. Concrete eyes. Stood as the sky. Over the moon is the sun. Falling down on me as one. With such blinding light. I saw a impossoble sight. An angel i do tell. It appears he might have fell. With wings so dark. Eyes lacking heart. "You do not belong here". My body shivers in fear. All I know is I was last at home. Protecting my family from men unknow. Are they okay.? Where are they? I got shot ones in the chest. "You do not need to know the rest". But just tell me where is this place "I'm sorry you've been dead since 1958" © 2008 Jacky BonesReviews
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