GHOST IN MY CLOSET

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

I know you are there.

Lurking, hiding,

waiting for another chance

to sneak upon your prey

and quickly dispose of your debris.

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

How harsh is your bite,

how subtle are your actions.

How harmful is your pain.

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

Come hither, speak to me.

I can see you - you cannot hide from me.

I can feel you - your presence is known.

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

The disclosure of you

takes away your bite,

your hurt, your pain.

You have been unveiled.

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

Where have you gone?

I cannot feel you anymore.

I cannot see you anymore.

I cannot sense your presence.

Ghost in my closet,

ghost in my closet.

You no longer exist.

Thank you for being there

at a time when I so greatly needed you.

Thank you for showing yourself to me,

for without you, I would be blind.

And never have known

what I have missed out on in life.

July 10, 1997

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