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Haunted Heart: A Poem
Maybe if I clean this house, it will start to feel like home,
But if I do, it still won’t heal this ghost inside my soul,
Happiness was found in the depths of your steady arms,
Now you breathe inside my lungs with every sleepless turn,
At first, I was intrigued, but you left a bitter aftertaste,
How do you reach inside your heart to find the one that made it whole?
Always prodding, always probing, but without a genuine touch,
More than the gentle wind, you are like an angry storm,
Singing through the thunder of everything from our past,
Every lightning strike screaming lost memories,
I close the curtains and shut my eyes, but you are still there,
Staring into my lonely soul from inside of it,
There’s no escaping you, the first love to make me feel alive.