The Haunting
It comes in dreams now,
That which the past should have long ago ended.
The unknow Terror,
something bad will come at any moment.
My screamed words of terror
Wake my son.
I awaken on the edge of panic,
heartbeat irregular.
I tur n on the TV
and try to tune it out.
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