Haunting Me

Make what you will of it

Whispers in the wall

will haunt us all

 

In a place

with too much space

 

I cry

They die

 

We weep

They sleep

 

I run and fall

Can't I just skip it all?

 

Death will eat at me

My eyes fill with tears, see?

 

In a place

with too much space

 

I die

 

Author's Note

Please be brutally honest but do not be disrespectful.

Reviews

[SimplyDisastrous]

Very nice flow! [:

[deeps]

I like it I thought this was very well written. It's straight to the point.

[Wolfwind Words]

Flawless in the style and design of the words. It flows well, it's images and emotions come across strong and bring us the feel the power of the piece.

This piece brought to mind the image of an old catholic mausoleum. Where time and time again the young come and bury their loved ones. Each time the pain creeps from the names on the crypts, pulling at the soul.

Great Ink!
Wolfie