Haunted.

If I haunted dreams,

with words of spite,

I could understand,

the teary flight.

but the haunting comes,

with regrets of green,

of favours given,

then left unseen.

it is an empty plea,

from an empty soul,

a decrepit request,

from an empty bowl.

and in those dreams,

I make you see,

perhaps your haunting,

is not from me.

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