The Ghost Part 1
The Ghost (Part 1)
I walk alone in the shadows,
the winds blowing through my hair,
so many locked doors
so many faces of dispair.
I say hello to my friends,
but receive no reply,
they look right past me
all i think is why.
walking through the streets,
people are so unhappy and grim,
many a person i did see
full of misery and sin.
i remember only yesterday,
playing through the snow,
mother said 'come in dear its cold'
but i didnt want to go.
walking through the cemetery,
and playing a jumping game,
i come across and Angels grave
thats engraved with my name.
My heart did sink,
my soul was saved,
as i sat on the brink
of my lonely cold grave.
Tracy M M Smith
Copyright 2002
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