Barbara Harris Poems

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.
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I have cried until my eyes burn.

I am hurt and feel cold inside.
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when you touch me my body shakes.
you speak with so much ambiton, pride, and intellegence.
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let me out...let me out... of this house, NOW!

I need to breathe, get away from things, let me out, NOW!
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