I´m the true ghost,
when I thought my house was haunted.
I am the unsettled spirit glaring
up the corridor.
Standing in the middle of the garden
as if I didn´t exist.
Sitting in darkness contemplating
what could have been?
Scared to share my living space
with other injured phantoms.
I lurk and lurk,
only the sensitive sense me.
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