I Can Hear ItA Poem by EmilyThe spiritI can hear the spirit Calling my name
I am not sure where to look Other then the Windowpane But the only thing outside is spring
I am trying to trust my faith Hoping I am just hearing things
I keep hearing the spirit, But It's a seeker now A seeker of something I don't have
You can see the ring on the carpet It's a perfect circle from me walking on it
I would just be reading my book But this spirit has me worked up
I hear the spirit again It now wants a destination To a place I've never been
The spirit Is starting to Change the arrangement of my house This is starting to just make me mad
I am not scared anymore
My fear comes in only waves Now
I am not going down without a fight © 2016 EmilyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEmilyFergus Falls, MNAboutHello!, I am Emily and I like to write! When I first got into writing, I started writing a small story about a highschool girl and her sister. I found out I was good at writing when one day at school .. more..Writing
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