A little ghost has awoken

to nag at my brain.

Picking over little echoes and memories and throwing them around.

It is frustrating, knowing I did nothing wrong.

Knowing I can do nothing to make it better,

and even if I could it would somehow make things worse.

It would be maddening, but for my masterful

experience dealing with such ghosts,

and being completely mad already.

So annoying.

Fly, ghosty, fly!  Entertain someone else, and let me go to sleep.

I do not have room for you to reside in my skull.