I cry out
but only the phantoms silent mumble is what i hear
No reply
No answer
Nothing but the wind to carry my cries away
I walked along creaky floors
I stood
I stared
I screamed as i saw a thousand people dancing in the mirror
Yet they couldn't see
Couldn't hear me
So i let myself fall
Fall from the flight of the world of man
To the world of the dead
But not Gone
***
A/N:
By My Good friend T.Bona
I didn't make this poem seeing as i can only imagine these sort of things but never able to put it down to words.
AbiLDN
