Saturbia

A vaguely narrative poem telling the story of returning to a broken home and being faced with the ghosts of the past.

You came with the dark that fell on that familiar street 
A harbinger on the heels of hardship, 
Come to stand at a distance and watch the specters made of shimmering sleet 
Reflections from the previous life, 
Set alight by old passions and the flare of the moon 
Spirits spurred by your startling presence, 
Mimicking the screams that still scratch around in the crevices of your mind 
Steering you into the halls you tried so hard to severe 
You’re still stepping through the splinters from your headboard, 
Ceiling still cracked and stagnant water strolling from the sink 
The smell of sulfur has you stupefied, 
The shattering of glass standing your hairs on their ends 
For so long you’ve striven to stray 
No matter the time that’s passed, 
The phantom pain of Saturbia is here to stay 
There may be life of your own on the road ahead 
But it was here you were born 
It is here your heart will be until you’re dead