There's something
To be said
From the Ghosts
In the room
We're here
They scream
With one voice
They yell
But no one hears
No one listens
Forgotten in time
Lost in the crowds
Their tears
Go unnoticed
Their affliction
Not cared about
Like vapors
They go unseen
They diminish
Until there is
Nothing left
They are forgotten
I am forgotten
YOU ARE READING
Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
