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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nature
great write!
2010-05-12



This is very suggestive and haunting in itself ... the feeling is brought forth so well by the image of the haunted house. It's a feeling I know well too ... memories that won't leave us no peace ...
2010-05-12