Christian Taze Poems

If I listen closely, I can hear a voice whispering from the shadows.  It calls to me softly as it hangs among the haunted gallows. 

If I listen closely, I can recognize that the whispering voice is my own. It speaks within my mind for we are so alone. 
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This is the coldest night it's been in a while
And I sit here without a smile
From the rest I've been left behind
Is it too late to rewind?
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