Mr Lonely

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: November 03, 2007

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It was a ghost night on the hollow trees
Creaking in the shudder wind
In the ghost nights don’t let them near
You’ll hurt a soul
They’ll disappear
Red lights flashing in the street
Hovering fog on untraveled seas,
She’s beginning to reappear
But nothing grows here
I move my hands, but are they mine?
And grandma’s watch holds no time
Falling down to state of mind
Don’t need a rhyme to loose a mind
I’ll float away within a dream
Door creeks away, she’ll not be seen
In sacred light with devil’s breath
I taste the taste I know is death
Footsteps in a hall away
Gone away… tonight’s my day;
Intimate cut I’ll carve with knife
I shudder, I shudder
Clean sharpness speaks with dripping leaks
I see it on white carpet floor
Dead teachers teach away some more
Teach nothing of their own
Someone else’s dream unshown


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