The Passing of Me

Dark Poem

EVP Researcher
Thunder echo's through

hill and mind

My days are spent.

how precious time!

No longer Job,

nor family kept.

How short my passing,

by all was wept.

On feathered wings,

I should have flown.

To ever remain

at my fathers home.

No "Light" was offered,

on my last breath.

No Heavenly Slumber!

Only death.

Yearning for

my needs in life.

Family, Friends,

and lovely wife.

My entire life,

now it seems.

Was just a dream,

inside a dream.

Now I perch upon

my grave.

No body left.

nobody saved.

Published by EVP Researcher

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  • Troy McMullan11/8/2009

    Nicely written, paints an great picture.

  • LaShanta Holloway3/15/2009

    Really goooooooodddddd!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Hellen Wyeth11/13/2008

    That was really good for just off the top of your head.

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