Do you hear it?
If you are listening
They are calling
Voices of the damned
Voices of the burning souls
Like the wind whipping past your face
Except you feel a shiver down your spine
Running goosebumps down your limbs
You hear it once every year
The days build one over the other
To October 31st
And the voices seep out
From the cracks of the earth
From the gates of eternal fire
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YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
