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Forgotten.
Forgotten.
He walks through the portals of sweeping curiosity
Morbid reality comes quick and thick
Bedevilled screams heard through out,
Heard through out the halls with holding the horrors.
These desolate halls were once filled with noise,
They were once filled with ringing bells,
They were once filled with laughter of teens.
He was late on that doomed day'¦
But how late was too late
Who knew the final scene in this play.
Who knew that this was his fate.
One spirit to another
They forever roam the halls
The halls where the finale was played out.
This young confused mind
Not knowing what to do,
It all lead to this'¦
This eternal haunting of forgotten days.
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| Jessica, I like how this poem is chilling and at the same time causes me to ponder. --Robert Barlow |
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Comment by: sudipal - 2007-06-03 20:47
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spooky. i got a chill down my spine.
I think that throughout and withhold are both one word, though. |
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| This was good, is this a tribute to the many school shootings we have had in the states in the recent years. I could be reading into this but it's what i see. Nice job. |
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wow shux thanxs brad.
lol jks thanks man
i liek it i think lol.
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Comment by: brad19 Online- 2007-05-15 19:08
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| wow, go jess, nice work. :) |
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