/> Past Ghosts poem



In the black and white in my sight

The colours underneath

sitting here gritting my teeth.

You dont seem to know

what goes on below,

as the light shines on you

what do you feel you have to do.

The Ghost Expression on your face

just happens to give me taste,

for when you cry in pain

you happen to keep me sane.

Within all those lost tears

are all those lost fears,

under all that loose bedding

we know the direction in which your heading.

So take that broken chain

and keep the story plain,

we will be behind

and dont forget we are not blind.

Written by 9Rockstar9

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