Soul Poem by Shirley Harrison

Soul

She hovers over me

when I sleep, when I wake

she follows me to the supermarket

and when I'm in the library

I can feel her eerie shadow

I can feel and see her aura

It's dark it's cold it's truly cold

when the light comes in through the curtains

I can hear her screams

I place my palms over my ears

but her voice, her voice is still here

and the cold, shivering I am.

Soul
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: souls,lost
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