ParanormalA Poem by T. Edana TalbottHello Heaven, I won’t make it through your golden gates - I am undead, and unafraid, Of etching in my name, To unclaimed graves. Hello, Hell, I won’t make it in the flames, I’m dancing in the cemeteries, With flowers in my hair - And I cannot have them burn away. Hello God, This child of yours has got ghosts in her closet, I found them all, and one - I bought it, With monopoly money saved from the child, Dead inside. Hello Satan, I wonder why you watch me so closely, The things I say and do or think, Have entertained you remotely; Perhaps that’s why your demons treat me so coldly. For I am so abnormal, That God, you do not claim me, And even Satan does not see, That what I am, And what I breathe - Is paranormal, To the most glorious degree. © 2017 T. Edana Talbott |
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2017 Last Updated on March 16, 2017 AuthorT. Edana TalbottEl Cajon, CAAbout"Sometimes when i look up I see stars that cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness and i pray that you aren't as fleeting, because when we're lying in roads i get the same feeling .. more..Writing
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