Haunted

Inspired by "Along the Road" and "Haunted" by radical face

There,

All alone,

In a tiny house,

Creaking wood plays a steady beat,

Echoing through the hollow halls,

Entering old rooms with older memories.

Each beat tries to awaken the home,

That has long since quieted down.

Instead they simply sink into the floor,

To be heard no more.

There he sits alone in his chair,

Drenched in remorse and spirits,

His mind filled to the brim with words,

But his lips long since sown shut,

His dried eyes grow dim,
As the dancing fireflies die.

His chilled hands never move,

And tired feet never walk.

His lungs fill with the dust,

Tasting stale vanilla,

A lie from memory soaked walls,

Chipping at his callused heart.

His sight never moves off the candle,

And his mind never out of these walls.

 

There,

All alone,

In that hollow house,

A ghost remains,

Haunted in his forgotten grave.

Author's Note

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