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The dead talk
but who listens?
I do
I always have
Ever since I was a small boy
I could see them and hear them
Sometimes they would scare me
I would tell them to go away
Other times I would listen
To what they had to say
Some didn't know they were dead
Some didn't want to leave those they loved
But eventually they all went away
They stopped coming to me a few years ago
I don't know why
But that's okay
It's more peaceful this way.
About the Creator
Henry Parrish Jr.
I have a BA in History and am working on an MA in English. I have always written poems and short stories since middle school.
Author of my first novel, After The Fall, available here https://books.by/henrydparrishjr
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Comments (1)
This is kind of spooky, it kinda freaked me out.