Goodbye mother, Goodbye father, Goodbye sisters and brothers. I'm off to see the world; I shall return unto you soon.
By Matt Hartpence5 years ago in Poets
I see... shapes. Moving, coming after me. Closing in, growing closer; I cannot breathe. Death is in motion And these shapes
They saw me. I know they did Because I saw them As they averted their gaze And slowly, deliberately Walked away. They turned and left me;