The Rear Poem by Lamar Cole

The Rear



He was crossing the bridge at night.
And something wasn't feeling right.
He felt like he was being followed by ghosts.
And this was the thing that he feared the most.
But he somehow got over his fear.
And he kept a close eye on the rear.

Saturday, June 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people,ghosts
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