The sun sets on a beautiful day
Two hours after its rising
The majestic moon now blocked by clouds
Not a star remains shining
The thunder shakes the peaceful silence
My world comes tumbling down
A stroke of lightening and I collapse
Face buried in the ground
In the form of a best friend
A spirit haunts a young girl's life
"It's your fault I am this way."
The spirit becomes the girl's strife
The girl rests in the haunted home
From here, the spirit takes over
Adding mis'rey to every day
'Till the girl's nothing anymore
Cold and alone and dying inside
The girl has surrendered all hope
Of ever living a life of peace
Of e'er living free of this ghost
Author notes
written 5/16/2009
@ 8:48 am
by Erin
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Wow, where did that come from?
This is fabulous, so sad, touching.
Yet, there is kind of hope behind the story. I see people sitting in front of their computer, reading this poem, and thinking, "Hey, that's quite what is happening to me. I don't want to end this way," and try to change their life. Excellent,
Joey
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Good poem..
I'm into spirits and this writing speaks a story that I can see clearly keep writing for it is evident you are a serious writer. -
These is a mature write for a young writer. Very good effort
You actually feel for the girl.
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