The Voice Poem by Cindy Cato
The Voice
A stranger's voice keeps calling calling
I stand up and then I'm falling
Falling hard and fast I go
I've heard this strangers voice before
The strangers voice keeps calling calling come to me my Cindy come and rest with me
The voices calling from behind sending chills down my spine
Come with me my Cindy Come rest in my cold embrace
Let me take you to my resting place.
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