it follows

It follows me when I look at child playing in the park it follows me when I see two lovers embracing in the dark
It follows me when when I leave the dream world laying in a bed so big it follows me I'm alone at restaurant eating like a pig
Do you see it do you know it's name

I’m followed by the wind
It speaks its whispering song
In answer to rescind
each long lamented wrong.
The wind shows me no ill
And soon I walk in peace
but tho' the wind blows still
My ills will never cease.
Michael Edwards

it follows me at dusk,
turns my soul into a dry husk
of what it was when I was cheery,
as the sunlight fades to dreary.


  • Mugsdaddy

    This is better than I could have imagined great finish thank you all I really feel like I belong. I'm like an infant compared to all of you but with your support I feel that I'm moving in the right direction. Thanks again we did good

  • Candlewitch

    I love it all, and the grand finish on it. Mugs, you are a part of our family, for sure!

    ever, eddy
    *hugs, Cat

  • UnspokenVoice92

    Intense.. Almost sinister. Goosebumps

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