haunted

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haunted

Standing at these haunted house
 where the past meets the present
   and the present meets the past
where shadows move in darken corners
 is that a soldier crossing the field
  is that a widow crying in the night
   is that a child laughing at me
What secrets will this haunted house share with me
 I look into it's foggy glass out into the field
  I swear i hear a scream
 Here in this house
  Where the past meets the present
  and the present meets the past
I will learn your secrets
 I will conquer my fears
  that lonely soldier can rest
   that widow can find her lost love
    that child can not laugh at me
for I fear no more

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

jessiestar’s Poems (9)

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