Did you call me?
I hear my name so many times
I'm not sure if its 'ghosts' or
Some one is calling me.
I used to hear these two female voices talking in my room, I would always turn around and ask my mom if my aunt was over and if she was talking to her. The answer was always the same, no. But the voices continued for a few years until I finally learned to ignore them. They were replaced by a boney black silhouette that hunched over in the corner. (He's gone now too, which is good.)
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Midnight Writings
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
