Haunted


It haunts like a never ending plague

The stench of failure

Putrid and suffocating

Hounding like an ancient mad dog

Hysteria sings a song

As she began to sleep soundly in the heart

The hope lost was never of any existence

Haunted by the trees and breeze

Haunted by the whisper of a word

Chased by the songs of life

Which only plays a tune of melancholy

Sadness is never foreign where joy never was

Like daily bread

Being haunted was a regular norm

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