Ghost
The Ghost in her past haunts her in her sleep,
With fleeting, mocking images she should not keep.
Each night He ghoulishly waits for his invisible hold,
Sneering at her unpretentious heart of gold.
He unveils lovely, sweet memories of days long ago,
Then across her body an icy wind begins to blow.
He holds her captive with a voice in her ear,
But she wakes up smiling, now she has no fear…
3/20/16
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