Some nights I wake stuck in fear,
sweating puddled sheets and chilled,
expecting the ghost to reappear.
Hauntings my dreams are filled.
Some nights I'm too scared to ponder,
to unguarded is my thinking sight,
unprotected my mind it wanders,
then come the ghosts and the frights.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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