Still, I can see your shadow
Roaming through the house
Lit by evening sorrows
The way you walk through the
Alabaster halls
Folding a bad decision
In your hands
The way your mouth turns downward
At the mere mention
Of a morning star
Then you line the hall
With photos that look like you
Staring aimlessly
The way you walk
Like a haunted spirit
The way you step into the past
Baby Darling
On your way, forever seeking something
In the blindness of
A midnight rebellion
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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