Staring Poem by Brandon Brooks

Staring



the skulls are staring at me
through a window
in a tree, nothing but wind blown leaves
and still i search for the way
out of the place they call Hell

Thursday, April 3, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,staring,tree,wind
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