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There are ghosts living in this house.
Yes, they certainly live.
They are just as alive as you and me.
And I'm not talking about those who have passed on.
Don't worry, they are here too.
Flashbacks haunt and laugh at me.
The memories infect this place like the mold the grows on the walls.
It's in every bedroom.
I can feel it while walking the halls.
Right down to the floor boards.
Even the steps to the front door hold bad dreams.
That's where he spit food in my face.
In the living room, that's where I collapsed from my overdose.
This hallway is where my nephew came running out from.
I was still drunk from last night.
Here in this room, that's where I let silver meet my skin.
I can hear her yelling my name from here.
All the anger and abuse lives within this house.
These ghosts torment me while I visit.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth6 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
The ghost in this poem has the character of an onion :(. Your poem is unique.