Uninvited
You come to me like a ghost,
Whispering softly in my mind
Crawling across all my senses
The sounds, the smells, the tears
Form the images of the past
Drag me through my pain again
And with such vivid clarity....
My eyes, windows of a house,
The house you haunt, my memory.
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-05-12 at 12:53
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