Fading Out (poems about life)

Figures

She sits,
Alone in the house.
Darkness surrounds each window.
The moon is hidden by a bank of clouds.
There is no light.

She is restless.
Memories swim across her eyes,
Taunting her with glee.
The ghosts of her past hide,
Just out of sight.
A figure at the door, lying next to her,
Perched laughing on the end of the bed,
Teasing her with the thought,
The sweet, ignorant bliss
Of what might have been.

Tossing and turning,
She tries to block them out,
The intrusive thoughts, the shadows
That lurk in the corners of the room.
The people that are no longer in her life.
Perhaps, she thinks,
If I ignore them, and close my eyes,
They'll just go away.
But there's a pain in her head,
And a tightness in her chest
Worsening,
With each half-hearted attempt
To pretend they don't exist.

Desperate,
She pulls the sheets over her head.
Eyes screwed shut,
Trying so hard to fight it off.
Remembering the lyrics of her favourite songs
To drown out the voices in her mind.

As if there was a way to escape them.