To smother me
Now I am a ghost
Lost in each room
I brush against walls
Forgetting they are there
Everything is familiar
Yet foreign to me
What used to comfort me
Keeps me awake at night
When I am conscious
I immediately play
Tricks on my mind
Telling myself:
Hold your boys
Feel the Sunshine
Go for a Walk
Drown the voices with
Your Headphones
Anything
To
Forget
About the death
That happened here.
~Amber Comber
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