5 poetry

THE GHOST OF NEW YORK

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I got a postcard in this morning.

“Those who believes in me will live even though they die.
John 11: 25,

25 th death anniversary of our mom Elizabeth and 10 th anniversary of our dad J R Snake man.

We are the children of Mr.J R Snake man invite you to participate in the eucharistic celebration,

In remembrance of our beloved parents on Sunday at St. Mic hale cross, New York.”

I was shocked and greatly saddened by the news that Elizabeth had died.

I was shocked and greatly saddened by the news that Snake man had died.
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Death is like a fool.

Beware,

The ghosts fooled me.

BLEEDING TRAPPED

Someone is going to come this way one day,

I know I expect a miracle today,

But, no one can come to me unless the street dogs,

No man comes to me except the rain,

I remember when I lost my loneliness rain,

I was an angel of dirty,

Everyone want's to be me or do me,

One rainy day I was tired of my naughty

He runs into someone who exactly like my daughter,

this eucharistic market always on fire,

I lost my bleeding heart, so

Nobody comes to me

I like hugging in the rain,

Because no one knows I am crying,

I don't know what to do with my life,

I feel bleeding trapped.