poemdeath

DEATH BEFORE HER AS SHE WALKS DOWN THE ROAD A STRANGER APPEARS BEFORE HER EYES AN IMAGE SO UNCLEAR A FANTASY SO REAL NO WORDS ARE SAID SHE SEES WHAT SHE ONLY DREAMS SHE SPEAKS ONLY IN HER MIND THE STRANGER APPEARS TO BE COMING CLOSER SHE FOCUSES ON THE MOTION SHE STARTS TO...