49. Ghost

You've come back to life.

Living with you

is like living with a child

Why am I raising a grown man?

Living with you
Is like living in the eye of a tornado

It's like being caught in the eye of a storm

Living with you

Is worse than burning in the fires of hell

Because either way you get burned

Living with you

Is like a nightmare that refuses to end

When will I wake up?

Living with you

Breaks me a little more each day

Now my spirit is shattered

Living with you

Is like living with a ghost

That will haunt me for an eternity

Author's Note

I will let this poem speak for itself.