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…
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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…
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