This house is full of whispers
Seeping through the walls
From ghosts of Christmas past
Whispering of times long ago
Things best forgotten, things of another time
Bittersweet they creep in
Stealing your breath away
Like crystals dancing in the air
Making it impossible to breathe
Like dancing stars they never seem to leave
The walls too thick
The air too heavy
The memories too deep
Time doesn't heal all wounds
The night brings the memories
A black canvas of memories that never ends
Like a spiders web of ghosts, memories and pain
You can't outrun, you can't escape
YOU ARE READING
The struggle is real
Non-FictionMy thoughts and encouragement to myself and anyone else who feels the want to read.
