Wandering

by Fits   Jan 17, 2006


Open eyes, I see these things, faces blacken, death it seems, fearfull am I, its no dream, dead these people are to me. Staring pictures, its so strange, how I really feel their pain, keep on moving, I am so alone, talking to the dead and ghosts.

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  • 18 years ago

    by LuVlYlUfFlY

    Thats a great poem thanks for commenting on mine

  • 18 years ago

    by Leona

    Great job 5/5
    Leona