Untitled poem
I found this poem unfinished, and decided to upload it.
poem originally written: 1995-07-16
Chills creeping down your spine,
let you know that your still alive;
Searching around the woods,
looking for someone you can count on;
peeking around a corner you find a house
built of bricks and mortar.
Inside there is a dog, sitting there oh so calm
smiling for the world to see could this be reality.
She lifts her head, it fills you with dread
she says: "I can hear you, Johnny you know its true,
I left my life for you. living a life of pain and sorrow
will you ever see tomorrow."
You will take on a whole new form-