Less Than A Ghost
What should I feel
when confronted by my killer?
Should I redeal?
Or should I shield her?
What am I now?
Tied to an empty house
Less than a ghost
More than a house
I fear she sees me
With the ocean in her eyes
I fear she needs me
That's what she whispered as I died
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When Life Gives You Pineapples
PoetryJust my thoughts in the form of rhymes. Round 2