Barbara Harris

Rookie (Saint Louis)

The Unknown Cry

my dark nights.
when the lights come off, my deceased grandfather plays the light, and the music helps me to continue on, keeping trying, put up a fight.
sometimes i feel alone in the room, sometimes i feel like theirs ghost visitors wondering why im crying, i turn my head because sometimes i have no answer.
they watch over me, behind my 2 closet doors.
to keep from myself from looking at them, i tune to the music, and hears Mary saying 'im not gone cry, it's not worth my time because you're

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