She haunts me silently, as I lie in the dark night,
And in the shadows she watches me walk in the light,
Waiting for a dull, grey cloud to enter my bright day,
Until the time I can no longer keep her at bay.
She watches, cruelly laughing, as I try to grow,
So amusing it must be when something you know
Others are oblivious to, yet not her, or me,
A truth of our lives that stops me from being free.
So she is always laughing, even when tears,
Find a way to her eyes, born of anger, and fears.
She haunts me like the ghastly ghost I know she is not.
She is not spirit left behind from body of rot.
Yet she still haunts me still, day and night, never to be forgot.