Ghosts in this house make no sound
They are only around to watch
Flashing images of my mind
And extract memories from times
I dwell in forsaken chambers
They belabor the process of death
Let’s get it over with, we say,
Let’s kill these emotions during
The bright light of the day –
Instead of waiting for fire-soaked
Nights under harvest moons
And pastures of bitter gloom
I left the hauntings in the dawn
Before groaning turbulence
And climbed a barbed-wire fence
To return to my innocence
No spirits will find me here
In my cocoon of shame,
But it’s all the same, really,
Dreadful year after dreadful year
Shed a tear for the lonely ones
And demons of yesteryear
They find us all eventually
And the process begins in fear
(Photo by Setyaki Irham on Unsplash)
The haunting loneliness that never rests.
Lovely one. 🙂
Thank you, Terveen 🙂