A Sacred HauntingA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE) She calls my name with
sincerity, My feet are blocks of solid
fear. She cries out my name with
hope, My arms are heavy with doubt. She screams my name with
desperation, My reflection is tinted by
lies. She is the ghost That haunts my grave. © 2011 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Featured Review
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25 Reviews Added on February 9, 2011 Last Updated on February 9, 2011 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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