Sitting on the park bench
Staring at the bay
Crying out to spirits
That haunt me everyday
Wishing they would leave me
At peace to fall asleep
Instead they come to poke me
And grab my soul to keep
I tell them that my heart hurts
And is crumbling as it falls
But they just keep on laughing
As their fires burn the wall
I sit here with my writing
At loss in what to say
All I can do is stare
At the horizon of the bay
The tears begin to fall
As the spirits call my name
Suddenly I'm weeping
As I try to put out the flame
Here I am alone
Or lonely as it will
As the emptiness within me
Fills my soul with nothing still
The spirits they still haunt me
As every day begins
They know what I am feeling
Yet they still hurt me within
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Sitting on the park bench
Staring at the bay
Crying out to spirits
That haunt me everyday
Wishing they would leave me
At peace to fall asleep
Instead they come to poke me
And grab my soul to keep
I tell them that my heart hurts
And is crumbling as it falls
But they just keep on laughing
As their fires burn the wall
I sit here with my writing
At loss in what to say
All I can do is stare
At the horizon of the bay
The tears begin to fall
As the spirits call my name
Suddenly I'm weeping
As I try to put out the flame
Here I am alone
Or lonely as it will
As the emptiness within me
Fills my soul with nothing still
The spirits they still haunt me
As every day begins
They know what I am feeling
Yet they still hurt me within
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