Phantoms

January 29, 2012
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Walking, talking
Acting, doing --
They never see
And never will they.
Drifting through the empty halls
I hear their laughs.
Half-human they are;
Uncaring to all' yet nothing.
What are we to them?
Phantoms.
Ghosts.
Unreal.
It's unreal that we --
Feel, hurt, live.
We die and cry
With sound never heard.
Music never listened.





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Frenchie15 said...
Feb. 9, 2012 at 1:32 pm
love this.it is really good
 
Kiki_McGee replied...
Feb. 9, 2012 at 10:50 pm
Thanks. I really like some of your poems too.
 
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