Friday, May 12, 2006

The Haunting Past

as my eyes are filled with tears,
i walk up stairs and the antisapation tares,
and my heart scares,
i turn the corner and walk into my room,
and its empty i assume,
then i go to turn around....
and there it is.....
standing in the door way,
their to stay,
tall and dark,
teeth like a shark,
baring its ugly face,
breath as if it has just ran a 50 mile race,
and then i feel the shivering air that follows,
its the past haunting me,
never to let me go,
i had the slitest feeling that this would happen and now i know it did....
Michelle Guza

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