MY HAUNTING

It terrifies me, visits whenever it wants too, it won’t let me go,

In my restful sleep, it does know me, a powerful force of doom.

I am the hunted victim of this relentless monster with no sympathy,

I remember the day when it found my life, it’s here, go away I say.

My haunting troubles my mind as my body has no control over this,

The fear when it attacks is like no other, no explanation of its pain.

Describing it impossible as it can only be told like this, HELLISH FEAR!

Only in one’s mind, it has been said, panic not so real feels so real.

My haunting is a creature without a face, how ugly it must be,

I fight to make it go away, I’ll find its weakness, is its weakness me?

Keith Garrett