M's Poetry
The Visitor
The Visitor
Come visit Wesley.....
it's always quiet and peaceful mostly....
the leaves slightly rustle under your feet
you are alone but you don't feel like it
some nights you are safe
than poof! you see her
you blink twice but she still remains
and you want to run but you can't
your feet feels stuck in quicksand
your heart is in your throat
suddenly swiftly she moves forward
you scream but no sounds comes out
take your chances friend
but I know what could be your end
when you visit Wesley cemetery
at 4th & Commonwealth
you meet an untimely death
I know because I now reside there
under 6 feet....watching as one by one
is succumbed to the visitor......
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
Come visit Wesley.....
it's always quiet and peaceful mostly....
the leaves slightly rustle under your feet
you are alone but you don't feel like it
some nights you are safe
than poof! you see her
you blink twice but she still remains
and you want to run but you can't
your feet feels stuck in quicksand
your heart is in your throat
suddenly swiftly she moves forward
you scream but no sounds comes out
take your chances friend
but I know what could be your end
when you visit Wesley cemetery
at 4th & Commonwealth
you meet an untimely death
I know because I now reside there
under 6 feet....watching as one by one
is succumbed to the visitor......
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
