Silvianna

the me that no one sees

I hear voices, see faces,
That aren't there.
I don't know where they come from.

I hear screams in the night, and feel pain,
As if I should be the one screaming.
Maybe I am, I don't know.

I have dreams, clear dreams,
And what I see happens three days later.
Always three days.

I knew a boy
That no one else could see.
His name was James.

Later, when I was older,
We found out a boy had died in thet house.
And his name was James.

Sometimes, I think I hear someone singing,
Telling me to cry.
But there is no one there, and then I do.

I see shadows, with no one there to make them.
Where do they come from?
I don't know.

Even now, I see patterns in the air.
I feel a hand on mine, but can't see it.
I think I am losing my mind.




how do you like it? free verse poetry is the only poetry I can do without sucking completely.

tada! hope everyone enjoys!