GhostA Poem by Eric CoxBeyond my cemetery
sights I'll never see I'm a spirit never set free I am haunted by what cannot be, my tombstone is here my body lies near ghostly tears I cry wishing away I could fly but here I am, here I roam my cemetery is my home. © 2011 Eric CoxFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on June 23, 2011 Last Updated on June 23, 2011 AuthorEric CoxHollow Woods, ORAboutI've been writing since 1984. I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here. Copy.. more..Writing
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