a haunting

Sometimes a haunting is beautiful,
they carve your soul into a nightmare.
Sometimes they roll down my cheeks,
like taste of salt in the sea's night air.
Any glance of tomorrow is hazy,
every wish is an unanswered prayer.
Unfinished art in broken hearts,
but the tragedy's beauty is beyond compare.
And what would I be without the burdens?
who am I if not failed poems and despair?
Places which aren't haunted are lonesome,
and people who weren't loved can't fight fair...