Angela Roark Poet Free verse

These Moors

Creeping through the the moors of this castle,
   the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me.
These damp walls that has imprisoned me has the
   bloodstained tears I have given and it seeps through it's
      old cracked cobblestones.
My once beautiful flowing silk gown is now tattered and torn.
The tears that has streaked my face, has soaked my long
     auburn hair to my skin.
My porcelain skin has not seen the sun peeking through my
    stain glass windows in the past coming dawns.
My betroth has left this world and no longer return to me
    in human form.
"Oh my beloved, should I dare come join you, My soul is empty
     with out you beside me?" As I ponder the thought looking over
           this sea cliff.
So as I walk back through these moors alone with a sorrowful 
    heavy heart,
I can feel your ghostly presence gliding next to me weeping in sync as I.

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Skat A February 20, 2015 at 11:38 PM Intense and I love it, Angela. awesomely done **SKAT LOVE** Angela Roark February 21, 2015 at 12:33 AM Awww Thx SKAT LOVE that really means the world to mean. This poem was a tribute about my late husband but i wrote it a year before his death.

Viv Wigley February 20, 2015 at 11:29 PM Hi again, Angela. Whitby is a seaside town on the North east coast of England, featured in Bram Stoker's Dracula. They have a Gothic weekend every year, which really brings the place to life - or death..... :) Angela Roark February 21, 2015 at 12:28 AM Wow Vic i am totally honored if u think my poem is good enough to be read at Whitby then. This poem was a premonition of my late husband's death. I wrote this March 16, 2013 and he died March 15, 2014. I hate having my gifts at times. He always told me i was a curse and a blessing with heels for 21 years. Thank u.

Viv Wigley February 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM Great verse. Dark, and a little melancholy. Next time I'm up at Whitby I may read this aloud x Angela Roark February 20, 2015 at 10:00 AM thank u very much Viv Wigley. wow that's a honor if u think my poem should be read out loud. idk what Whitby is but it must be a great poetry slam place to read out loud. let me know if folks like it. thx