Time circles, like a starved vulture,
Watching the shadows it preys on stand,
They are the ghosts that life forgot,
The circles left by waves on sand.
The ghosts are easily ignored by most,
Spared by just a lonely taunt,
They are the people that walk as dead,
And their lives remain their haunt.
If you in a sheltered smile could stay
With such ghosts as they cry alone,
You would not laugh and wave away
Their pleas of blood and bone.
If you could see their narrow eyes,
As they contain their dripping tears,
You would not run away from their hope,
Nor their deepest, darkest fears.
If you would take a moment to watch
Their shaking hands folded before you,
You would not dismiss them as a lost cause,
The way you really want to.
question- if I wrote a story and actually spent time on it, would you guys read it?
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Spreading Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems designed to acknowledge the darkness inside us. NOTE- The earlier poems are not as good as the others, in my opinion . If you want deeper poetry, I suggest starting from one of the later chapters.
