Ghosts

jwhhobbs22

Jun 2

1 min read

Great men died unmembered

Great women, discarded

Their lives distorted and disfigured

Yet the flame burns on

Hot blood and humanity within your

Their lost looks, their unspoken dreams

So long as one breath carries their will

It is not forgotten.

Nor how their ghosts stumble into the future

Upon a revenant’s shoulders.

J.W.H Hobbs.

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