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Sep 2015
This thing I cannot see
That is always staring at me
It moves from room to room with me
Wakes me in the middle of the night
with it's constant bite
Just out of spite
Then it ducks out of site
So foolish of me not feeling any fright
I am sure not being of it's delight
Always turning my head quickly trying  
to catch it in a second of sight  
All I see are small images of electric light
Moving at a low level of flight
Always in the darkest cover of night
When walking through the house it gives me chills
Making me ill
Praying that it will see
the guiding light
It just want leave
Then it dawned on me
It's not a Ghost that is bothering me
What is haunting me
is my inner me
!!
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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   Rhet Toombs
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