My thoughts run free,
paranormal quake,
gravity pulls me down.
"Ghost Lake"
Sun is gone,
colors are fake,
lack of presence.
"Ghost Lake"
The gate is open,
watery fate,
my eyes close.
"Ghost Lake"
Numb and transparent,
dreams awake,
oxygen slips away.
"Ghost Lake"
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Dismal Skies (Poetry)
Poésie1st collection of poems (Complete) Dark pieces about life to make you think and feel
