Annie, In a slum or a school Wading through the abject squalor We see her float by
In the distance
. An eyecatching gem.
As time slips away
She appears ever nearer
Until
Suddenly
She stands before us.
The shadow of a lover
Her eyes haunting
Into my thoughts.
The ghost of her voice
Whispers
"I miss you."
As
She
Fades
Away.
Nothing
To Hold onto
Except
The color of her clothes
Stains
My hands
Like blood
We trudge on
Knee deep in my sorrow.
Then, I awaken with a scream
Grasping
For
Someone
Who
Is
No
Longer
There...
Was it all just a dream?
Had she EVER existed...?
