lost soul
bewildered walking down a ghostly road
asking where I am and where’s my abode.
I don’t remember how I got here,
in my house my mind was very clear.
sitting at the table when my heart began to spin,
every one around was drinking beer and gin.
I felt like I was floating upwards to the sky,
yet here I am in this place I keep asking why?
the pregnant moon shared Its light so I could see,
that’s it Its just a silly dream I said with glee.
the dead ancient trees conveyed to me
why the night wants to set me free
a distant chilling moan coming from a hill
the smiling bright moon said be still
around me stone markers big and small
the sky grin and rain began to fall
it was a cemetery full tomb stones
a recent marker was my own
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