Lone Figure
As the man weeps and bellows,
He walks through the ghost town meadow.
Ashes upon ashes his home remains,
It hits so hard he can't endure this pain.
He then walks to the tomb stones,
You can hear the sadness in his tone.
He falls to his knees in front of his new home.
A gunshot rings through the woods, now his spirit can begin to roam.
Copyright © Tommy Bensie | Year Posted 2017
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