Sunday, March 13, 2011

Ghost


Those who die
without family
without friend
without foe

no one
to hover near
haunt, protect
play games on

do they linger
in limbo alone
hung in smoke
of incense coils




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  2. This has me thinking about all those that do die alone and how sad that is.The ending is a surprise for me ..perhaps they are forever alone afterward. Scary. Well done!

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  3. The ending to this poem is eerie, Willow.
    What an awful choking fate that would be, to hang in incense coils.

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