Home: Poetry: Christopher Wilson: The Unfinished Poem
I sang, but no words came out.
I opened my mouth wider,
Still no words came out.
I looked around myself,
Everyone was gone.
I looked down at myself,
I was wearing black.
I looked up to see Light,
I walked forward, opened my mouth to speak.
I sang, sang about love, life, and

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