Enter The Poet - Haunted By The Memory

The clock is ticking and the hour is late

My hands are shaky and so is my fate

The dread is thick; tonight is no thrill

I cannot sleep, the air is cold and chill

Images flash in my eyes and in my head

Frightened where this path has lead

If only, my duties, I did not shirk

If only, I had done my homework

The Poet Enters