jesica reeder

Rookie (1991 / missouri)

Spirit Of The Dead - Poem by jesica reeder

its not hard to fit in
when failing isnt that hard
and pressure is extreme
and finding love is blind
take my hand and youll understand
this place that ill show you
take my hand and youll understand
ill take you away rom here
to a place that you will understand
to a place that youll love
its away but not too far
its a place that we like to call troy
there you wont be judged
or be cared for
its nothing like this place called earth
there is no heaven or hell only ghosts
ghosts of evil, unlightened spirits
spirits of the dead......

Comments about Spirit Of The Dead by jesica reeder

  • Kelly Allen Vinal (12/20/2006 9:12:00 AM)

    Ah the dead.... well captured in verse! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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