Still lying in bed, <br />Late morning, <br />And through the curtains in my room, <br />The color of air is burning amber. <br />The very thought, <br />Lingering in my mind, <br />But pausing at my lips. <br />I am haunted by ten thousand souls, <br />But one lingers. <br />A boy, <br />Blond and built <br />He looks into me through blackened eyes <br />And shouts his hatred to the wind <br />Appearing in every dream, <br />Every nightmare. <br />He loved me.<br /><br />Taylor Hodges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-memories-3/
