The bones of the past
They haunt me
The blood of the past
Spills over me
The sins of the past
Cause many tears
I had a dream one night
I was walking through
A field of complete waste
Bones started coming
Out of the ground
Voices from these remains
Started accusing me
Of such shame
As punishment
I am to walk the Earth
Alone until the end of time
In a stack of bones
Their skulls start chanting
Accusations
"You left me hungry"
"You did not cloth me"
"You left me in the cold"
On and on The accusations
Without end
Blood starts in the center
Of the stack
Spilling
Pouring
Everywhere
Coating Everything
But
I had already
moved on
Ghosts float around me
Taunting and screaming
Their curses
They throw their bones
At me
I beg forgiveness
They give me none
I woke in a pool of sweat
Tears streaming
Down my face
"I'm sorry"
Their bones foevet haunt me
Their blood spilt upon me
Their voices constantly scream
I can not run
I can not hide
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Be careful how you treat people. It might come back to haunt you someday
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Comments7
Thanks for sharing TONY ~ Great poem ~ great message ! The moral is "Do unto others as you would be done by !" Thanks for caring ~ BEIAN
Welcome
pretty intense poem and I loved the imagery
Thank you
This is deep and powerful great work here Tony Bravo my friend ww
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Brilliant imagery...strong message...great write man
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Great work, man. Love this poem
Thank you
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