ghosts walk the streets with a stricken face,
looking as zombies with their pace.
they say, 'eventually...'
but truly they mean, 'only when necessary.'
like children, they cry
only they can't wait to say, 'goodbye,'
to a dead hometown where
red and blue lights have sound
and the death of lilies
is a memory of childhood sillies.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
