21 April, 2009

Haunted

James Crouch

There”s a ghost in the halls,
I can feel its icy touch,
Sends a shiver down my spine
It never leaves me be for long
The ghost grabs my hand,
it feels damp and lifeless,
memories shoot through my mind
I”ll never be alone again
In my dreams,
I know what to say,
It”s lost upon waking,
grasping at confused images

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