I'm haunting myself I leave strange notes carved deep To await me when i wake In a vain hope they will evoke some meaning for my sake The scene that greets me the next day Is alien and weird I don't recognise myself It is just as i feared So i haunt myself When the penny drops at midnight and the demi-gods are in sight I'll leave a reminder I hope to find In the rising of dawn But when i'm reborn with a yawn I find nothing but questions Dark reflections In a puddle of beer and stark rejection I muddle to clear the rubble and troublesome struggles i near in my direction So i haunt myself I barely remember writing Never remember feeling and as soon as i get close to whats real then I turn away reeling I figure it out every night But drunk eyes give short sight and the brain rotten so as soon as i strain to recall the next day it's forgotten Amnesia is pleasing when the reason I'm feeling this daemonic screaming is cos it feels as real as the ceiling Then it subsides for a second or a minute i reckon Before the darkness beckons once more I'm haunting myself and unsure I'm scared of the person I was the night before I'm host to a ghost that revels in the terrible things that cost me the most Battling with the shadow it casts hassled by the past like tassels on a cat Me and the fiend in the glass staring back I'm haunting myself
I had to ask Troubadour from allpoetry to have his great poem to be published here on HP. He agreed. A remarkable read.