A Heart with Empty Pages

032

"Haunted"

I'm haunted by memories of the past

why can't my happiness ever last?

When will I be free from your name,

which tickles my tongue in searing pain.

I'm haunted by the thought of your fingers

and the places where they slowed down or lingered--

I can't breathe when I imagine your hands

or the thought that no one understands

I'm haunted by your ghost

and chained to your old whipping post

the words are stuck in my throat

I'm just trying to stay afloat

I'm haunted by the cuts and bruises

my screaming voice is easily muted

and when I cry out in anguish

even now, on these thoughts I still languish

I wish it weren't true

but I'm haunted by you

haunted by how I still cower

at simply the thought of your power.