Haunted

The apparition that is always lurking in the shadows

So many skeletons in the closet

    Not sure which one to wear

Perhaps the one that caused it

    And cloaks me in despair

So many bats engulf the belfry

     Making thoughts rather hazy

The dominant voice tells me

     You must be going crazy

So many toys in the attic

     Which one to play with first

Toying around in this addict

      Is an unrelenting thirst

So many apparitions 

      That have been manifested

Are the result of conditions

      Force fed myself and digested

Not sure what came first

     Depression or addiction

Each having an unquenchable thirst

     And a hunger for affliction

Cursed by a ghost

     Forever teased and taunted

This poltergeist makes the most

     Of things never wanted

A soul should be free

     To roam whence it jaunted

This house that is me

     Remains unabashedly haunted...

     

Author's Note

enjoy...i know some of you can relate...much love to you!!

Reviews

[gentlekindness]

Really excellent. It leaves a feeling of being exposed yet having pain that is invisible to others. Great poem about addiction, depression and suffering. Truth is truth.
Annie💃

[Tate Morgan]

oh yeah i can relate to this I often wander the haunted halls of my own mind if only to rearrange the furniture and correct for historical telling this made me laugh