“adrift” - Poem by Kimberly Crumpler
It was in my room, late at night
When I awoke, so cold with fright.
I reached to turn the light switch on,
Saw faint lights and heard whispered song.
There were glimmering lights, maybe three.
Spirits I think, singing harmony.
The song had many questions why,
I heard in their voices, the sound of cries.
I listened and watched as they moved about,
Hoping that soon, they’d decide to get out.
I dropped to my knees in disbelief
And prayed their despair, soon be released.
For it was then, I felt a sudden chill,
The voices once heard, now are still.
The lights that glimmered now are gone
For the gathering of souls, have now moved on.
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