THE drooping canvas pounded <br />lusily in the wind. <br />A shaft of sun light, choked, and <br />strangled your wreckage, leaving <br />you stupid, and a little afraid. <br />THUNDER yells, as you try to run, <br />better listen up, and turn back around. <br />YOU mutter and laugh as you fall <br />to the ground, is this your life, or <br />a dream from the past. <br />THE drooping cavas................<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-muttering-ghost-412b/
