The Haunting

It flails, it wails, it weeps, it creeps, this feeling inside The thoughts, the flaws, the confusion...it creeps, this feeling inside The anger, the pain, the frustration, wrought deep within me It creeps, this feeling inside In vain it stays and tries to control me In darkness it hinders itself in my light Does it not know I have let go Does it not see its useless bidding In my sweet slumber it comes Tries to remind me of the past Does it think I will surrender in my sleepfulness It flails, it wails, it creeps, it weeps,this feeling inside Oh but I am free It can no longer hold me In it's crude iron bars Not against this joy widening inside me And the endless rays of my smiles As it flails, wails, weeps, creeps It fumbles, it weakens, it flounders, in drowns In my sweet array of boundless joy Because I am free I smile at every morning's light