Haunted Dreams

I quake it seems while in my bed

To wake with screams still in my head

I shake with dreams I cannot shed

That spake of deeds best left unsaid

I'm haunted nightly by a ghost

And taunted slightly by it's host

Undaunted rightly not to boast

Or flaunted mightily coast to coast 

I seek to dwell here day to day

So meek a shell now here I lay

Too weak to quell it anyway

To reek in Hell I cannot say
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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