You can’t see me
hear me breathing
Light flickers, its deceiving.
I sit in the corner of the room
this is where I live, my tomb
see it all ended years ago
though I haven’t got the courage to leave
to go.
Sometimes the inhabitants of this house
can see me in the corner of their eye
But not every dead person can just die
I can’t leave my daughters here alone
So I live on a half painted shadow in a ghostly home.
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Words haunt me
under the shadows
In silience are we alone?
The chill of ghosts
the spectres of words said
Do they ever really go
are they ever really dead?
I miss the warmth of your words and smile
that have been buried under the sands of time
That resurface in my mind.