Haunted Mocking sounds when I walk. Puffs of clouds when I talk. Closure everywhere all round me, There's something glistering I can see. Hearing voices in my head, Follow me home in my bed. Watching as I run my #life, Giving me grief, giving me strife. Feeling needles prickling me, Moving my arms and moving my knee. Walking about the house still dazed, My younger siblings watched and gazed. I leaped out the window and on the floor, I couldn't hear those voices anymore. Black and white all that I see, I know the ghost is waiting to flee. I now know that I have won, With just a broken foot my work is done. Resting peacefully here I lay. I'm never going to that house again.
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