Haunted, by lttlewhitedove
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Silent, silent, black velvety darkness
covers me like my grandmothers patchwork quilt.
A frosty breeze from the air conditioner hums about me,
cool, cold like a mid Decembers night, the shivers run
down my spine.
All alone in my thoughts, that haunt me no matter where
I hide.
Here in the darkend theatre, or on the bright sunny sidewalk
just outside the door.
There is no escape...only the haunting of you! |
Posted: 2007-01-05 06:36:03 UTC |
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2007-01-10 18:14:33 | BananaIceCream |
this is such a good poem, simple but true! |
2009-05-09 03:39:12 | marsha |
very good |