So many ghosts,
filtering out the sunlight
and replacing
it with shades of grey.
Every passing day,
a past moment plays
like a song on repeat,
little by little,
the beat
forcing my
brittle mind to
fall under its spell.
I'm haunted by
so many things.
Demons of mine,
they whine in
the darkness that
being left behind brings,
left in this world,
with half my mind away
being chased
down ghastly highways.
Haunted by the way the clock
creaks a longing, heavy tick tock.
Always waiting for the bell to ring,
but it never hits the hour mark.
Haunted by the thoughts
in my own head,
bringing me cold sweats
with their insidious
creeping dread.
The ghosts
of memories
follow me every day.
The ghosts of words
I never got to say,
they won’t leave me be,
always trembling with dread,
they will forever haunt me,
the words I never said.
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