Sleeping in daylight
too scared to sleep at night
there's voices in my head
from people who are dead
They say that they
want to talk to me
to tell me about the past
But I don't
want to talk to them
because I know
I died with them that night
with every death of our beloved ones, a part of us is lost. great philosophy in this poem, Dave.
Past keeps haunting. It's better to feel dead than listen to the ghosts. Beautifully said. Thank you Dave.
Hello Dave A very interesting poem We all want to know what happened that night. Very enjoyable read
I consider the spirits of those who passed as old friends, their visits, be them in dreams, familiar voices, or just a presence, felt...welcomed and not to be feared....rather embraced...listen to the whispers of your life. Is there pain attached to the departed? Well written and lingering....PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what is an age my dear poet? what is death? you have put so many questions here in this poem. congratulation, very fine write. please read my poems and comment. especially'Family members' and vote.