lost

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by Devious_Britches (smarty pants) on Monday, 10-Oct-2005 2:58:52

For sale sign in the front yard
White picket fence, fresh paint on the walls, not enough to cover the memories.
I walked through a crowded room but couldn't feel a single soul.
Walked down a tree lined street as they fell one by one behind me but I didn't hear them scream.
Shadows call to me. whispering " sometimes you can't return on the paths you have chosen".

Post 2 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Monday, 10-Oct-2005 11:34:26

Wow! You have an incredible talent Maria..