I heard the spirits scream
the night the bodies bled
I drove into the dream
and looked among their dead
And none could tell me why
No witness was left to speak
There was nothing justified
and no explanation at all to seek
All I could do was wander near
and wonder at the awful scene
The puzzle in my mind of fear
was that it now seemed so serene
The ghosts they lingered round
attending close their vigil held
and only a passing ambient sound
could give echo to what we felt
Silent came the night's reply
to the question we had posed
Even the seas just let out a sigh
for the things nobody knows
(October 20th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
