Eternal

No one is there

when I finally get home.

I don’t even remember leaving. The front

door is ajar, and it’s dark inside.

I’m scared.

Timidly, I move my body for the first time.

My senses are heightened, as if to make up

for what I can’t remember.

Has there been a crime here?

I gather my courage.

I don’t even want to investigate.

The air smells wrong.

It is dry and warm, yet I still feel a chill in my

spine.

The moment I step inside, I can feel it.

I look around. I don’t recognize my home.

My belongings are not where I left them.

I run to my room for safety,

but I cannot escape this house.

Nothing is missing, but I can’t shake the

feeling that I’ve been robbed.

There is no answer for me here

It is written in stone.

I am eternally haunted

My eternal unknown.