ghostly,
uncanny,
he crawled,
toward,
the shelter he craved
another day passed,
he lay,
holding the scrap,
a day’s pay
victorious,
he earned a night’s sleep,
earned a look from the stars,
their peaceful glare
he knew not,
where his doom lay,
but he valued his fate,
valued,
but didn’t heed
yet,
he Struggled,
to survive,
snuggled close,
to the warmth of solitude
he lay,
an empty soul,
devoid of his sanity,
by the passing crowd
he lay there,
unobserved,
a mere,
ghost
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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hey....man!!!! twas tooo good.. i mean..it needs a lot f maturity.. as well as sanity.. to knit it ol.. wid amazing use f words,,, n creative thinking.. thnx fr askin me 2 read ur blog... indeed glad.. i read it.... keep up the goth ... n darkness up...!!!
ReplyDeleteAWesome one.. at such a young age.. [:D] u wrote well
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