The soul,
The Flight,
The unseen sight.
The tears;
The cries.
The forgotten..
Dies.
The mother;
The Child;
The murder;
Is wild.
The Broken;
Out of breath;
All are destined;
For death.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.