
Old bones hold memories
Of the days long past.
Of nightmares brought to life, and
Extinguished in a gasp.
Not all who’ve existed,
Know the meaning of life.
Not all who have breathed,
Have taken their final breath.
In the darkness, death isn’t always final.
© NopeNotPam
eerie …
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Halloween ☹️
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Wow, I love this Deb. That last line holds the key to this poem.
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I’m a bit off this week I’m afraid. I did like my weekend writing prompt though. Comes up a bit later this week
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I like this one too.
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So… that’s a vampire cow?
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A cow of the dead 😁
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OOh how intriguing and creepy. Thank you so much for joining in the #writephoto prompt. KL ❤
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