7Shadows Teed

Rookie (10/19/89 / Biloxi)

Dead Town - Poem by 7Shadows Teed

The streets were dead.
The feeling lingered in the air,
As it got cold.
There is no one here anymore,
As the wind blows through this dead place.

Memories come back of how this place use to be.
How peaceful it was and claming.
But that isn't here anymore.

This place is dead.
Not a soul walks these streets anymore.
The lights that lit this place up are now dead and burnt out.
All that walks these streets now is the wind.

Not even an animal goes through here.
This place is dead and will never live again.
This dark cold night makes this place as lonely as it can get.
But my memories of this place will remain.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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