The Town of the Gallows Pole

The ghost of the ship
That never made it home
It chills up my spine
How it still
Lingers here
From a single
Dusty tear
To the alleys
Buried there

See the river
That never felt the drought
Of emptiness
Weary words
They are torn
By the shadows
In the thorn
By the coldness
Of the morn

And the storefront
That was never occupied
Don't pass it by
Though it reeks of
Failed attempts
Like the city
Looks for contempt
But never finds it
In the end

I found a book
Frightened and worn
Begged of me
As it wailed out
Let me go
To the town of
The gallows pole
Where the people
Were never whole



Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Garcia
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