Haunting whispers call to me while I lay upon my bed
Thoughts of guilt I long to free, to cast from out my head
In the deepest darkness of lonely night I see a flicker turn to Flashes
Ghostly memories before my sight, played out from our pasts ashes
By J.N
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Author:
Jamie Newton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2018 04:33
- Comment from author about the poem: A quick poem I wrote before sleep thankfully claimed me, more may be added during another bout of insomnia.
- Category: Sad
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