Posted: May 20, 2016 by bddotson2 in 2016, BriD, Uncategorized

Do you believe in the undead soul?

The cries in the night in which still linger.

The whisper you hear when nobody’s home.

The sight that makes the cat go crazy.


Do you hear them too?

They cry out into the night not knowing how to make it true.

The time they had; a second much too lost.

Trying to say “goodbye” but trapped by the wall that bounds us all from our “goodbyes” to the world.


Some can see them, others can not.

The days that go are a crushing sight; for the ones who can not walk amongst.

They speak to us.

“I’m still here. I’m waiting for you to let me in.”


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