signs, <br />spinning, <br />blurring, <br />flying <br />and the bell’s distorted <br />the moaning of a phantom <br />a lonely, lost phantom <br />words <br />twist, <br />fall, <br />burn <br />and soon there’s no <br />clear picture <br />and soon you’re all <br />alone <br />and soon <br />it never ends<br /><br />Allyssa Barker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-i-ve-questioned-what-i-ve-always-known/
