The Ghost that haunts me
The Ghost that haunts me
The Ghost,
Always the Host,
That haunts my brain the most.
Crawls out of wells,
And feeds off my yells.
In all my Dreams and Nightmares,
No matter my screams,
Or how many scares.
The ghost will always haunt me,
Till I let go what keeps bothering me,
The Ghost that haunts me.
Copyright © Harlan Trott | Year Posted 2025
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