Every day I'm walking through my haunted house
wobbling my legs throughout
trying not to wake up the ghosts
Or disturb their already disturbed souls,
not knowing what will happen next,
not knowing if something will come out to scare me
& never feeling safe in my own haunted house.
I know I should love my haunted house
and every unique thing about it,
I should feel safe but I feel everything against me
I should know what's coming next
but I'm wobbling through the unknown
I know too well.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
