Saw something very
strange that day
here in the waters
of the bay
it haunts my dreams
in the worst way
The flesh from my
body was shred
I lay a corpse,
decaying, dead
Storm was brewing,
the sky turned gray
left overs left out
on display
refused to leave,
wanted to stay
Not as ghost,
poltergeist instead
I am the whispers
in your head
Here in the waters
of the bay
I lay a corpse,
decaying, dead
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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