You cried in anguish, "I love you. Why can't you see it?"
Words I had waited my entire life to hear.
They had no meaning since this was just a dream.
When I wake up, you'll still be gone.
YOU ARE READING
More Questions Than Answers: Poetry of Horror
PoetryPoems inspired by the "Scared to Death" podcast, ghost stories I've heard, and my own experiences. Note: Any of these snippets can be used for longer stories, as long as credit is given. Thanks.
