Chills my air
Although you are dead, you are not gone!
I feel your essence that carries on
Its there when I wake to the morning sun.
The things you said, the things you done, are etched in my head burnt in.
I feel your presence in my room sometimes, a flicker in the corner of my eye, is it just me being stupid? Or did you just go by?
The feeling of you watching me is ever present, or my mind playing trick must be my depression, you visit me in my dreams, show me messages, weird it seems we was not close when you was alive! , infect you pissed me off most of the time.
Was that I saw? That shadow on the wall that faded when I noticed.
It doesn’t scare me if you are there, its thinking about it that chills my air, but if you are, please know this, go have the peace you deserve now in death, god bless your soul.
Now go to your rest.
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This is a spooky poem. A haunting account of a presence. Maybe this poem has exorcised this haunting spirit and set it free.10/10
amazing write. you must miss him alot to write such a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah what's the saying: 'You don't know how much you miss something until it's gone.' Very powerful poem!