She hovers over me
when I sleep, when I wake
she follows me to the supermarket
and when I'm in the library
I can feel her eerie shadow
I can feel and see her aura
It's dark it's cold it's truly cold
when the light comes in through the curtains
I can hear her screams
I place my palms over my ears
but her voice, her voice is still here
and the cold, shivering I am.
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Teddy.15 (
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Eerie and haunting this poem speaks with darkness and a sense of horror. The nonspecific nature of the presence enhances the feeling. Very nicely done
Oh thank you dearest sorrenbarret I'm so glad I didn't frighten you away. ๐น How a person can be lost. ๐
Hauntingly powerful and deeply moving. ๐๐ป๐๐ป๐
Thank you dear arqios ๐น
Youโre welcome Teddy ๐๐ป๐๐ป๐
A lost soul indeed Teddy. This poem gave me the chills. You convey the darkness so well dear poet. I wanted to light a candle for her. Lovely and creative ๐น
lol I do like to keep my readers on their toes ๐น ๐คฃ thank you dear Cassie. ๐น ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐๐น๐ฌ๐ง๐น
Wow. Scary and haunting. Powerful work, sweet Teddy.
I wasn't sure if I should put this one as humour ๐คฃ thank you my dear poet friend Thomas. ๐น
Emotive words Teddy but you will emerge into the light and find that warmth.
Andy
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