Ghosts
In a Crowd yet all alone,
a brother lost among his
own. You throw a stone of
built up rage, people turn
but do not recognise your
face. You seem but a haze.
What shame have you done
to be ignored? You sieve
through your mind of memories
stored. Finding the last buried
entry, one so cold! The face of a
friend with vicious intent, your
life snuffed out. There is no doubt,
you're dead!
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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