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Haunted

I am afraid of what may come to claim me

But am I not claiming it?

For it is my choice of what I dwell upon

In the creaking hours of the night

My mortal enemy, immortally haunts me thus

Through my own attachment.

And it will not long stay buried,

Always it returns.

I welcome it, only to shy away again

Out of what - fear?

Or self-preservation?

Whenever it is gone, I wish it to come back

And when it enters into the house of my mind,

I cower in a preserved corner of sanity

And bid it leave me soon.