Haunted House

I’m haunted by the past.

The things I wish I could have done, the things I wish I hadn’t done.

The kind of person I imagined to be, the protagonist of every scene.

The realities have been played out, but the fantasy still remains within my dreams.

The creaky stairwell, the blowing wind, the howling cries keep me in.

The ghosts featured in every scene, disturbs the sleep I truly need.

Awaken from my coma, all that remains is regret.

I tell myself to be free, but the hole that is felt cannot be seen.

A closed door of the past that cannot be reopened.

A chapter of life that cannot be re-written.

A pain felt as fuel towards the reality inside my dreams.

The hollows of the past will not haunt the memories of those I seek.

For unwanted memories shall not dictate the present towards the future I will speak.

Once the skeletons have been released, the haunted house will seek to be bleak.