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.
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