Restless nights, I couldn't move
I was sleeping yet I was so wide awake
Is it a dream or reality? It doesn't seem fake
She appeared before me, a figment of my dreams
Her dark discoloured figure and her very tall thin body
She looked at me, placed her bony hands around my throat
For of which guilt had consumed me. And it was the end, so THE END.
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Feathers Streak Of A Wounded Bird // the Ghost That Haunts Me POEMS
PoetryA combination of Poems from my early childhood to present time. As a young writer I wrote these from experience and a place within my soul that I can only express by writing. Poetry is my release and I hope you find comfort and understanding from re...
