I stand out on my balcony,
I look out at the ocean,
I listen to the waves crash along the shore,
I stand an think,
"I'm here once more"
Its a place of living,
Its a place of death,
Its somewhere in the middle,
Where some spirits rest,
Its just a small area really,
Where the souls are laid,
Some return back to their bodies,
As if they never was here,
Others,
Well others go somewhere,
Not sure where,
Or even why,
But the sad thing is?
The never got the chance to say goodbye,
But,
As their spirits are laid to rest,
They say a silent goodbye,
To the ones who cried,
So next time,
When it feels as someone touched your face,
Held your hand,
Or kissed your cheek,
Remember its the spirits,
Finally being laid to rest
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
