Spirits Of The Dead

As the spirits of the dead
Rise from the fires of death

I feel a presence
In my minds eye
Of all the lost souls
Fighting for their lives

I hear a voice
In my head
Telling me they are dead

But then I hear
The shadowed souls

It is we who have lived
It is you who is lost

poem by Dave Alan Walker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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