GhostA Poem by Eric CoxBeyond my cemetery
sights I'll never see I'm a spirit never set free I am haunted by what cannot be, my tombstone is here my body lies near ghostly tears I cry wishing away I could fly but here I am, here I roam my cemetery is my home. © 2011 Eric CoxFeatured Review
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