Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Poem. Haunting

Most choose not to see me, others pretend
but one day when I'm stable I'll write you to your ends
Don't you know of the power I own?
have you not heard of me?
I am the ghost in the attic
the book that you can't put down
I am that cold cup of tea
you forgot when I came around

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