I hear strange noises in my head.
I know they're voices of the dead.
Some of them are just murmuring
While others are weeping, screaming.
They're harmless but they bother me,
Lost souls that I can only see.
The blank look in their deadpan eyes
Tells me the pain from their demise.
Even at night, it's hard to sleep.
While in my bed, they slowly creep.
My skin shivers from their cold touch,
I could feel their sorrow so much.
Short silence when I speak to them
Before they sing the dead anthem.
Though I'm not scared by those poor souls,
But I saw their chests filled with holes.
Empty holes from their broken hearts,
The long lost love of their sweethearts.
The scars of their past seemed endless
As they suffered from such sadness.
The lost souls of the loving dead,
Struck with the missing arrowhead.
The pain in their hearts that won't heal,
The same as mine that I conceal.
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
