Glowing
Glowing, I am
She's glowing too
And she holds my hand
That one's crying
That one is sad
What's going on?
I do not understand.
They whisper and murmur
And ask if I'm alive
I nod and sit up
And tilt my head
One starts sobbing
And the other lets go of my hand
Others collapse
And I'm on the verge of tears
I want to scream and yell
But I can't.
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A Collection of Horror Poems.
HorrorRead if you may or read if you wish, this is a horror book you little bazooka