I often find myself alone,
In dark thoughts of my grey tombstone-
I am silent in my own dark solitude,
Drowning in my own loneliness,
The spirits of the dead,
Who stood in life before me,
Are again in death.
I feel there presents surrounding me,
Their shadows overtaking me,
I need not be still,
For i am not alone now in my deep dark misery,
My own personal ing hell...
The dark of night creeping apon me,
The stars above so bright,
As they give light to where my body has been put to rest,
Six feet under the ground.
Are the Angels above me,
Looking down apon me???
Will they cast out all these demons with in me???
Will they take me to the heavens above me?
Or will i sink deeper and deeper into my own lonely dark personal ing hell???
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS
ORTEGA-ZELE (7-22-19)
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