Haunt

Sometimes feelings fade into clouds of sorrow

And how I wish I wasnt brave

Enough to face the truth,

Which will always haunt me

When you arent here with me.

These feelings slowly slip away and I feel

My power stripped from me. 

As the clouds circle around

The truth become clear,

Suddenly brave I am not.

This poem is about: 
Me

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