The night consumed by silence;
presence has disappeared with the days.
Sleep becomes the hope; the heart
absorbs what the mind could not endure.
The air becomes cold and heavy upon the lungs;
the pillows stained from someone’s tears.
Death appears in a dream; unspeakable
words echoes in the darkness.
The morning sun casting faint shadows;
memories hovering in the room.
Spirits of “what was” forever tethered
to “what is” left of our souls.
One response to “Haunted”
Intresting š
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