Ghosts haunt my daylight,
not returning to their graveyards at night.
must it always be this way?
with every footstep of my day,
they follow me around,
the keening, a madly silent sound.
It rings inside my head, no one else hears;
the silence, the deadening of my fears.
Pale sadness walks slow and somber,
along with my ghosts, they are coming calmer.
Trying to slip back inside my soul,
ever trying to wake up a dormant coal.
The darkness that lies inside,
ever waiting for a turning tide.
When my guard will lower, and fall,
darkness will hear that as its summoning call.
Unarmed except for my fears,
these ghosts will keep haunting me, through all my years.
Until that fateful day,
when the darkness will finally get to play.
For me, I'll try and keep it at bay,
but we all know darkness will get its way.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
