every day
every night
she's surrounded by them
but never is afright
they taunt her
and they always scream and yell
she can't have a good dream anymore
everything has become hell
they follow her
the ghosts of
her mother
her father
her sister
her brother
dead or not
her soul is black
and filled with nothing
and nothing can ever
fill it back up
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Light Shadows
PoetryA book of ups and downs. An oxymoron, or a literal meaning. You decide. You may translate this book, but please give me credit and ask me first. You may also post this on your own blog without translating it, but please give me credit and ask me a...
