A Ghost Cries
In a few moments,
the driver of the car
was sound asleep,
a ghost cries,
through silence you could hear the weep,
driver dies,
as the car falls into a deep stream,
he promised he’d be home soon,
but he was lost in a dream,
she saw his ghost,
her eyes searching,
seeking understanding the most,
he drank, he sank,
he promised to be home,
she received a phone call instead,
telling her that her husband was dead.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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