DEAD FUTURE

I could stare into her eyes & see my future die.

A girl that I thought would one day be my bride will turn out to be my killer instead.

I can't look my ghost in the face.

I need to put my head down & run away from this place.

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Linda Pentney's picture

You do need to face your ghosts I'm afraid, you never get any peace otherwise. Nice poem.