Uncle

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Today was my day
Not in a good way
It never seems to be
But today my bad luck
Got the best of me
It seems that I have died
To every one but myself
No one sees me
No one hears me
I scream for hours on end
Wailing as im just 12
I should not be dead
Im far to young
For this great weight
To be upon my frail shoulders
I know I was always sickly
But if i died why am I still here
Is it to haunt this place
Or finish a great deed
Just mabey I can not rest
Beacuse of my luck
Im stuck in a place
That im not heard or seen
But can see and hear all
I see my mom crying
My father, with an empty stare
Sitting there
Trying to comfort my mom
When he to grieved over me
I can hear
The sound of desperate prayers
Prayers to bring me back
I wonder the halls
Of this house
I go into my room
And see me lying on the bed
All bloody and such
I step back
As im one taken aback
Also slighty freaked out
I wonder how I ended up like that
As I cant remember my own death
But my mom says
With a voice so clear to me
Why did you take away my darling
She seems to be speaking to my uncle
Who is also there
I dont understand
My uncle did not take me away
In his deep voice
My father sounds odd when he speaks
As his voice is just a squeak
All he says is why brother
He also is speaking to my uncle
Now im shaking with fear
Looking down
I see my feet are bare
Not only bare but bloody to
Atlas my uncle says in a shakey tone
I did not mean to
She was just so helpless laying there
My father jumps to his feet
I can see the anger in his eyes
Though they can not see me
I back away real fast
As fathers anger is real bad
My father screams at my uncle
Confirming my broken memory
Of my death
All my father screamed was
Why dear brother did you kill her
I drop  to the floor
With a thunk
Suddenly my uncle
Looks dead at me
He goes real pale
And screams
Running far away from me
I think he saw me
I hope that was enough to haunt him
For his whole life to come
Which soon I find out is not long at all
Cause my uncle in his insanity
Turned him self in
Soon he was sentenced
By the law
To hang in the public square

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