by Timothy
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Wandering these halls,
An unbreakable barrier exists within these walls;
Five years have passed, in this never ending hell,
Detained by my home, my castle...my damned cell.

I died here, by a massive heart attack,
My young wife was devastated; that's a fact;
I watched her grieve for near-endless days,
But the living must go on, turn to a new phase.

Her every move within the house I have witnessed,
My invisibility is absolute, yet everyday, it's her lips I have kissed;
She knows not that I exist here,
My emotions thrive, but I can not produce tears.

There has been a new development,
Haunting me in my concealment;
The noises I can not block from my head,
I am forced to endure the sights and sounds every time my wife and her new husband find a bed.

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