by Ghenname Zohra
I see them everynight
those ghosts in white
but i see no light
there supposed to be a light
they call my name
they reach for my hand
they show me my new home
every bone aches
every step is a challenge
i lay in a million little pieces
i lay as a soul fracture
my body is a buden
i'm bleeding pain
and every night they call me
to the land of the dead
my last destination
my grave
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ABOUT THE POET ~
i was born on October 14th 1990, to loving parents and a huge family who strengthened and loved me I'm now a student of English in the university, it's been my dream, so i'm trying to live it wholly, poetry- and every word that I write- empowers me and puts me right in the correct place where i belong, everywhere and nowhere...and I am nothing but someone who is in love with the language, 'A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.', W. H. Auden
Last updated October 09, 2011