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Eva-Mae Hopkins Poem
I lay awake as your hands haunt me,
In my mind everytime I close my eyes;
Every happy thought is tainted,
By the way I cannot move on,
From the departure of myself,
As you took me from me;
Now every time I close my eyes I'm haunted,
Ghosts intrude upon the life you took from me.
Copyright © Eva-Mae Hopkins | Year Posted 2024
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Eva-Mae Hopkins Poem
Maybe if I tell my story, the memories will dissipate,
Maybe the whispers of him will fade as ink cascades from my pen;
But I am not sure if it can be put into words,
If the shattering of a soul can be subdued by sentences,
If the black and blue will turn to white as I write;
I do not know if even I,
Can comprehend that blur;
If I cannot decipher the shadows and twist them into words then,
Will my bones ever be able to knit back together?
Will my soul ever return?
Copyright © Eva-Mae Hopkins | Year Posted 2024
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