My nights are haunted
by a ghost
that only I know exists.
He makes time
move too slow
He makes old
memories and regrets
return to my thoughts,
like foam surfacing
on sapphire ocean waves
after a hurricane.
He sits in the corner,
watching as I toss and turn
under his ruthless
control.
He is a puppet master,
I am a marionette.
I am broken, old,
useless;
but he plays with me,
manipulates me,
tortures me at night
for his own sick delights,
until at least, he will
toss me to the flames.