You appear upon
The dim lit landing
Dressed in white
Staring down the stairs
Frozen in a moment
A child of tender years.
You hold an old doll
In your hand
Barefoot as if risen
From your bed
Nightgown to your ankles
I can see you are dead.
Ive tried communication
But you do not reply
I feel youre looking
For your parents
Who sold the house
When you died.
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nephilim56 (
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Comments1
A haunting poem that is left to the reader's mind the outcome. This feeling of hanging outcome makes it the more haunting. Nicely done
thanking you
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