My Brother
My brother is a spirit
His shadow haunts the walls
I've heard him in the midnight hour
Walking through the hall
I've seen him turning doorknobs
I've heard him rattle chains
I've heard him moaning ghostly songs
That sing of past remains
I've felt him in the dark of night
I've shivered from the cold
I've felt him reaching out to me
To find someone to hold
Through misty dreams I've heard his voice
Calling out to me
Beckoning to reach my hand
And set my spirit free
But I refrain and I remain
Adrift on solid ground
Wondering if this could be
My long lost brother found
Rockman
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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