I donīt know why it happens
I donīt know why me,
but i can feel him fallowing
staring through, seeing what i see.
I can feel his hand on mine.
When night falls and I sleep,
I can see his face in my dreams.
I feel his pain, so sharp and deep.
I often awake in tears.
I miss him, and I donīt know
If itīs really him or my mind.
But they call to me,
to me they could never be kind.
No matter how hard i want them to be.
He haunts me in my nights and in my day,
I see him sitting on the couch,
and for some reason he will never stay.
I call to him aloud but nothing comes back.
Everyone calls me crazy and alone.
But i know heīs there and watching
I swear he even called me once on the phone.
I hear his voice and i see him there.
Even if you canīt or wonīt
I know heīs there.
And i know he misses me
Like i do him.
Author notes
This is a poem for Travis... who was a very special person to me... and who i still see every day. I originally wrote this for a contest and it made me happy to see how many ppl are accutally like me and see what isnt there
A contest entry
- LISTENING TO THE DEAD by Three Doves.
1600 points, ended March 22, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 10 days, 10 poems by Beatles Girl.
300 points, ended March 25, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
tell me how bad i write^^
Comments
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This is an amazing piece. I could almost hear the voice over the phone and see the specter, you have great imagery!
Thanks for entering
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Don't ever consider yourself crazy for seeing the unseen. You are truly gifted. We are all connected by Spirit Lord knows we have a hard time understanding what love one another means. Peace in light and love. Best wishes in life and the contest. Be well.
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