Haunted
I see the vision playing back on me.
I close my eyes so I can't see
But the view won't stop.
Like this is on top
Of my list to do.
To be haunted by sights of you.
Visions of that day.
Now the pain just won't go away.
Now it replays back in my mind.
But I'm not the one pressing rewind.
You have made my life haunted.
And now the nightmares will never stop it.
Until I can finally tell my story.
My story of what has happened to me.
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2008
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