At Last
Scared of a shadow
Scared of the phone
Scared of the dark
And being alone.
Will you come and get me
Break down my door
Lying in the dark
Footsteps on the floor.
Twenty years of haunting
A voice inside my head
Hiding
Remembering
A life-time of dread.
Contentment and happiness
A life that you don’t know
I’ve exorcised your ghost
It’s time for you to go.
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2013
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