I'm Seeing Dead People AgainA Poem by Tina KlineA collaboration with Sean M. Addams.I’m seeing dead people again They want me to hear their sins Their pain I cannot erase Lost souls without a real body or face I try to hide and close up my ears They only get violent clawing into my fears The visions engraved into my head Frightening sounds and images of the dead Wounds appear on my face and arms My body becomes their place of harm My house becomes a haunted host The floating nightmarish forms of ghosts I put up a cross and a crucifix Hoping that they will do the trick For revenge they slash me crimson My body has now become my prison I hear their cold raspy whispers all around Then they scream such unsettling sounds I see the horrors they play before my eyes Such possibilities of terror who could realize? I cannot eat nor can I sleep In their haunting grip I cannot even weep My remaining alive is just so wrong With them is where they think I belong They wrap me within their ghostly freeze Alter my perceptions and my reality I wake up hearing my terrified calls Now I am ghost haunting my own barren halls
© 2010 Tina KlineAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on September 15, 2010 Last Updated on September 15, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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