|Never Left the Game (standard:poetry, 124 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Sep 03 2002||Views/Reads: 2024/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
2002-09-02 - 3:38 p.m. So what is this? No one reads me anymore? No one believes in me anymore? Uncle Finn was just a dream? A Nightmare perhaps? Oh I'm passe' now. Is that it? I don't slit my wrists for you people everday so I cease to exist? No no kids. There are other worlds than these. And I walk them all. I may be quiet but I'm still watching. Still lurking. Still a troll under the bridge if needs be. So any of you who think you've Gotten out of anything, Or think I've gone away or astray You are wrong. I AM HERE. I am more than a spook story for bedtime I walk, kids. And I walk tall and far. Tweet
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