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
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