The streets cry too…

A trapped soul’s anguish over living in Hell, and his wish to repent his soul.

Souls who lost the way, end in the ocean, as the forest weep with emotion.

So what happens if Facebook or some other big social networking site goes down for a while… how many are there who can’t remember what they were doing without it?
(The graphics just go nicely with the poem, I am not the originator of the graphics.)

For my LOVING Uncle Larry who is preparing to Pass and Ending his Earth Bound Journey.. I love you and will miss so very much.. And soon enough Uncle "Josh" Larry Our Souls will reunite.. R.I.P.

Who is this enigma.

April PAD Challenge Day 18- To (Blank)

This one was supposed to be longer then it actually was. And in my world of random poetry of heartbreak, sadness and anger, I came up with this one. I cut this one down to size to just a page of it and put the stuff that I was really trying to put in. It is a slimmed down version of a two page poem, I hope the reader enjoys. Comments are Open.

A zombie poem.

Will you?