GhostsA Poem by Dukesrunner
Take it back,
One step at a time,
Be sure to look forward,
In this state of rewind
Remember those faces?
The one’s you turned away? Pray they don’t haunt you,
At the end of each day.
How about those voices?
Not the ones inside your head. Those of your loved ones.
Because of you: they’re dead.
Keep going, there’s more to see.
Averse? You should be.
There’s that mother, littered in grey
You see the tears? She can’t feed her babe.
Here’s our last stop.
Go ahead, look in the mirror
Look at the face of greed,
Who’s iron fist " the palm of fear
© 2010 DukesrunnerAuthor's Note
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Added on February 12, 2009 Last Updated on March 19, 2010 Author
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