Haunted
I am haunted,
Not by a soul that has passed,
But a soul that lives.
This soul haunts me
Not only in dreams
But my thoughts in day.
I force myself to stop,
Stop thinking.
It does nothing.
I can’t get rid of it.
Everywhere I turn
I know it is there.
What have I done
to feel like I am constantly being watched?
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