She is a fleshly ghost
Who walk and breathes,
Yet lives not.
She is a sorrowful
Sight who all her
Dreams forgot.
Her soul-less bones walk in
An endless night;
a six-foot plot
That cannot support the
Weight of living,
Growing crop.
She smells the dank decay
Of loveless life's
Deathly rot.
She is a fleshly ghost
Who walks and breathes,
Yet lives not.
Who walk and breathes,
Yet lives not.
She is a sorrowful
Sight who all her
Dreams forgot.
Her soul-less bones walk in
An endless night;
a six-foot plot
That cannot support the
Weight of living,
Growing crop.
She smells the dank decay
Of loveless life's
Deathly rot.
She is a fleshly ghost
Who walks and breathes,
Yet lives not.
Old poem.
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