Ghost-town

I thought that I would try to rebuild them,
But my fractured walls came crumbling down,
From their cracks did new wounds stem,
The inauguration of a virgin ghost-town.

The spirits of the past came to haunt my soul,
Which was burdened by their high-pitched screams,
Passing in and out through me, my sanity they stole,
I could feel their eyes twinkle as they crushed my dreams.

But why did I fear what no longer existed?
Why had I bestowed them with that power?
When realization struck, I resisted,
And through the ashes, there grew a flower.

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