There’s a secret in the shadows
There’s writing on the walls
Words etched in blood
Tapestries shredded
by the claws of a beast
That can’t be contained
Does it help the pain
To scream into the void
And hear your screams echoed back
Your agony multiplied a thousand times over
Relieving you of your hurt
By inflicting it onto others
Does it help that every day
I think of you
I hold on to hope
That you’ve moved on
Forgotten me
What I did
What I’ve done
While I stand here
The tendrils of the past still gripping me tightly
Seeing your faces every night
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you
I wish I had the words
To tell you I’m sorry
That hurt people, hurt people
That what was done in a manic episode
Wasn’t really me
That the person I was in the shadows
Is not the person I am now
I don’t know how to tell you
That I hold on to my regrets
As close as a mother
Clings to her newborn babe
I don’t know how to tell you
That the shame I feel is enough
That even the demons in the rectory
Would show me pity
If I came to the confessional
And that even after decades past
I feel it breathe in me
Freshly afraid
And I have to wonder
Am I still the monster in your closet?
A cautionary tale
Turned legend
Or have you moved on
And made a world for yourself
Unhindered by me
The ghost of your past
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.