Deep, dark persuasive thoughts
take over his mind.
He hasn't slept in days,
making him feel crazy.
Voices are whispering,
a whistle in the air
that no one else can hear.
Knocks echoing through the room,
tears making their way
to the brim of his eyes
wondering if he should investigate
or if it's just a ghost.
Or from his friends perspective,
Is it all just in his head?
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During The Pandemic (Poetry)
PoetryIt's been hard. Especially with COVID running in the air. Here's what I've written.
