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Author Name: FreeWind Whisperer 4 Comments
Date Added: May 27, 2005 22:05:49 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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In The Grave Yard

In the graveyard
Where I often go,
I hear whispers
Through the falling snow.

Something passes by me
And chills run down my spine,
I see footsteps
I know they aren't mine.

The night is coming
I have to get out of here,
Lots of open graves
I might fall in one, I fear.

As darkness falls
I hear footsteps behind me,
I turn around
To have a look see.

There is nothing....
But freshly fallen snow,
I have to leave
Find somewhere to go.

Something grabs me
And throws me to the ground,
Who or what was it?
I start to look around.

I fall into the open grave
Try to find a way out with my hands,
I see a ghostly shadow
Filling the hole with sand.

I try to scream
There's noone to hear,
This is my last day on earth
My life, I held it so dear.

Jan.16/2005

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Comments:
Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on May 28, 2005 05:29:34 PM Report
Growing up, my aunt's house had one next door, we used to play manhunt. It was so much fun, thank you for this trip to a better time, Joe
Comment By: FreeSamantha Firefly on May 28, 2005 05:03:57 PM Report
Gosh! This is scary, lol. Excellent write.
Samantha.
Comment By: Freesharon brown on May 28, 2005 12:34:16 PM Report
My Nan always told us that the dead can't hurt you it is the living you need to watch.
great poem!
Sharon
Comment By: FreeTango on May 28, 2005 12:43:11 AM Report
Oh the grave yard terror
Watch out or it might
haunt you for ever.

Good poem.
Tango




 


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