0008.Last Memory... Of My Dad...The Ghost Poem by Sunset Moonshine

0008.Last Memory... Of My Dad...The Ghost



The last memory,
I had,
was my dad,
telling me, he's dead.

I looked at him,
I could barely see his face,
Cause the light was to dim,
I tryed to serch his face, but there was no trace.

That night i fought against my tears,
Knowing that my fears,
Have been unleashed,
And wouldn'y be retreaved.

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