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Ghostly Life (Time)

Poetry By: LizLew


Submitted:Aug 27, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

The thunder starts to dance around,
The air is grey in this playground.
Playground of the dead-a cemetery,
A place for death and memories.
Whether there is rain or snow on the ground,
This place stays the same all year round.
Deadly silent with sorrow and screams,
Blood was spilt with misery.
The mortal death, the ghostly life,
All you'll ever have is Time.
A coffin keeps you locked inside,
So you can barley breathe.
You watch us fall, one, two, three,
Death takes you, then takes me.
My mortal death, my ghostly life,
All I'll ever have now is Time.


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