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by Jenny D Sep 22, 2006 category : Life, society / other
Whisper,s In The DarkI heard my name on the wind whispers from the dark. Someone out there keeps saying my name who is it i ask myself. I walk toward where i heard the whispers coming from. I don,t seem to know who it is but it still whispering my name. The whispers are getting louder it saying come with me i follow the sounds and i slowly look around. All i see is different tombstones all around. I ask where we are going as we go down the path but theres no answer only silence now. We finally stop outside a gate it opens and we go through. What is this place have i been here before?i see faces i cant describe i begin walking some more. I finally realize where i am at death door Jenny D 9/3/06
by Nobodys Hero
I liked this poem! Great job! 5/5 (Check out my poemz if you want, I like to know what people think)