with its creaking door
it's not the hooting owl
across a cemetery
not dark of night
not goblins, ghouls, or ghosts
no specter haunts me.
but
that song
those places
times left to slip away
hurts that never heal
memories to forget
as if I could
that
haunts
me
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC
with its creaking door
it's not the hooting owl
across a cemetery
not dark of night
not goblins, ghouls, or ghosts
no specter haunts me.
but
that song
those places
times left to slip away
hurts that never heal
memories to forget
as if I could
that
haunts
me