"Haunted"

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Originally uploaded by Randuwa.

HAUNTED

How you do haunt me, Spirit of
things left unsaid:

There never was a sword so keen ---
as the blade now through me struck

And I am hounded to my bed by
disease for which there is no cure.

Oh, that it could bare its voice
This love which now within me burns.

And yet, this -- so great a love,
May best be kept unsaid.

Lest the empty laughter which from
your bowels would tread
should I tell you,

Would leave me still and dead!

~ Ms. JH