Haunted
Pen scratching words into writing
Clock movements marking my time
Watching the spirals in coffee
Endlessly closing my mind
The person I see in the mirror
Is staring back into my eyes
I cannot remember the reasons I gave
For leaving my conscience behind
The darkness that seeps through my being
Permeates into my soul
Chilling ice fingers that touch all my senses
Breaking my heart with the cold
The person I see in the mirror
Is staring back into my eyes
I cannot remember the reasons I gave
For leaving my conscience behind
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Our Silent Tomorrow
PoetryWho will listen when a dying man cries When he's at the point of no return ....
