By Monica C. Voskamp
Doubt.
You are the ghost
That comes to haunt me
Late at night when all my senses
Are sleepy and dull.
It’s not fair to bother me now
But you do.
You poke and prod.
You push and pull.
You do this very well.
Late at night,
You ask silly questions
You undo all my plans
And then you leave me
Knowing nothing
Nothing at all.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕
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Well written!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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