Between The Cracks Of My Mask

My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…

Haunted

My house is haunted by words left  unsaidForgotten deeds are buried with the deadIn the nightI hear voices speakingMumbling along the wallsFear grips meHolding on tightly I can hear them nowMy past regretsThey wash over meAs if consuming me without my approvalThey dance along the wallsLaughing in the night There is a chuckle going up…