They trace my steps as I do theirs,
We are bound together
By more than nightmares,
The battered thoughts that limp in my head,
They are ghosts of past people say,
Sometimes obscene, dark and bloody,
They are my own haunting memories,
They weight me down,
Try to pull me beneath,
A shiver of cold along my skin,
Sometimes in my sleep my body convulses in fear,
I wake up and realize,
My face is wet with tears of terror…………………..
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