Bugged Out Poem by soren Barrett

Bugged Out

Mourning on my floor shells found
remnants of ghosts on the ground
dried winged boxes mark their final step
fluttering falls from heights have leapt
some trudged out their life below
frozen corpses on a white tile floor of snow
legs in prayer extended to the sky
pleas ignored of the dead, only angels fly

Wednesday, January 1, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,snow
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