Horror. From the collection " Tempe Freight Trains."

The Ghost


Morphine's ghost

Woke my veins,

But under the coffin lid

I remain,

In the graveyard

Of the insane,

Resting to the cacophony

Of the frieight trains.

Submitted: March 13, 2018

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An effective poem!

Tue, March 13th, 2018 7:17pm

tom mcmullen

Glad you enjoyed it!

Tue, March 13th, 2018 11:13pm

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