--Ghost Senses—
I don't know what's real anymore?
Between the living and the dead,
If my gift from the gods is really a blessing or other than my madness?
Why do I feel so much pain?
So much lost?
Even though he believes,
Whispers spread out through the streets,
Not what you can understand but what you cannot,
Question me until I doubt myself again.
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Years To Come
PoetryYears To come is poems that are based on reality and fantasy, they can be viewed in many different ways from each person who reads them. Years To Come is a book about many events in your life that have already came or still are to come that you may...
