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there is a dead man in my living room
a spirit a ghost whatever his eyes are hollow eternity his crooked smile shatters the night the dead tell me the future when my mind seeks emptiness when i was still in a crib they watched over me got me to sleep switched channels on the alarm clock radio to my favorite songs just to soothe me but now they keep me awake at night their bones cut into me i toss and turn while their hollow eyes glow in the dark with open-wound hearts they come to me to feel their pain their stories are time travel now i am tired tired of the living tired of the dead tired of the shadow demons that stand behind me in every reflection past pain future pain when the dead hold your hand it is never the present
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Heather
9/25/2021 11:05:41 pm
I love the poem it was beautiful
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