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By John Carey (about the author) Page 3 of 3 page(s)
Inside bodies long ago dead
Not from bullets or bombs or wars other harms
But the ghosts that live inside our heads.
Yes, they speak to us often,
yes daily we are never allowed to forget
And the names on the wall do not cover all
Alone, we are living regret.
Like a flower is snipped from a rose bud
Our youth was cut off long ago
Those who cared for us then do not want us again
we bring trouble like winter brings snow.
So Just sweep us away in the closet
Call the closet Ward Seven "E"
Let us scream in the night in unconscious fright
Just my brothers, my ghosts, and me.
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