GHOST OR DREAM?
I saw her again today, she was kneeling by the door,
with scrubbing brush, she toiled away, her hands were red and raw.
She scrubbed to cleanse the blood red stain, there was sweat upon her brow.
I've seen her there so many times, but I do not see her now.
Is she real or just a dream, is she from my time?
All I know is when I pass, a chill runs up my spine.
Could it be she is a ghost, a memory of the past?
Always looking the same to me, just as I saw her last.