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Lingering Spirit


I feel a strong presence of grief And the heartbroken Spirit that has been deceive My painful heart beats fasten You're fearful And my heart is empty When your near me,I felt woeful As I felt your sadness , I felt guilty Everything bout me is miserable I've felt and see nothing but aching Memories that I'm just incapable Of your spirit of uncertain You live a pathetic Life which ends a sad tragic This is a different style from the other and this time leave a comment of what it really means
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Gary101
This poem to be honest has alot of meanings to it, this poem also mean that no matter where u are or who u are that spirit or that being will haunt you, especially the past. The past really haunts u and that the spirit make u feel it's paine and torture and also grieve.and to me that's what it meant. I want to see from alot of viewers see what the poem really means to them. and I also hope that u enjoy the poem called mirror, and I'm hopefully make another one later one:-)
ambercurry37
I can really feel your pain in this poem. You do a great job of expressing that sadness and grief. It seems to me like you've let someone down or you feel guilty for not being able to help. That's what I get out of it. But poems are all about perception and personal interpretation. There are so many different ways to look at a poem. Like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so the meaning of poetry is in the eye of the reader. I thoroughly enjoyed it, though.

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