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In the quiet of night
Only the hum of my PC
Breaks the silence.
Still, I can hear her.
A tiny voice, crying out
In the dark, frightened
To come in, to the light
By which I write.
I tell her not to be afraid
I will not hurt her
Like the others did
She whispers, softly
So I do not hear her
Only the sighs of a child
And she is gone
Though I don’t know where
And I sigh, for her spirit
Hoping it has found
The door that leads
To eternal peace
Author’s note: This poem is based on a true experience. I have had many encounters with the spirit world. I have been told I may be Clairsentient. All I know is this little girl was looking for hope. I hope I gave that to her…
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