"*The ghosts have finally gone.*"
Mhmd elHalwani 

Creeping voices in the night
Shadows lurking out of sight
Haunt me till the morning's light
No sleeping for me tonight

Looking at my bedroom door
My feet barely touch the floor
Something whispers down my core
Something that I can't ignore

Melted candles in my hand
Things I would not understand
My hope slips away like sand
This was not what I had planned

Slowly walking down the stairs
Feel a breeze sweep through my hair
Shadows lurk; in silence stare
Naked thoughts are all I wear

Out of breath I walk outside
Shaking fear that builds inside
No more places left to hide
Guilty thoughts of mine collide

Drenched in coward's blood and fear
I lost those who I held dear
It's all blurred, nothing is clear
Shadows from my past appear

As the silence speaks to me
Gets too loud it deafens me
My past will not leave me be
Pain and torment I foresee

Dazed and drawn by these lost souls
Broken thoughts I can't control
Ghosts slip through this gaping hole
Darkness has taken its toll

From the darkness dreams come out
Nightmares flailing all about
Closing in, I hear them shout
It's the end, I have no doubt

"What the hell is it you want?"
They retreat and me they taunt
One emerges, tall and gaunt
"Your life we will no more haunt."

"You have paid for your wrongdoing,"
He tells me, his voice booming
"This is now your redeeming
You are free." he says smiling

I look at the rising sun
I no longer have to run
My sentence is served and done
The ghosts have finally gone.

"And come Springtime, I will be gone"
Melody W 

And come Springtime, I will be gone
having flown away with the last sparrows
still cradling October winds, hearing not
the desolate sky that still chastises us,

What have you done?

But here in this stone-echoed fortress
I pause now, carve tallies with dull instruments
and care not when my lungs threaten
to cease their movement, fallen soldiers of old

A gleam of a smile,
carrying the briefest of stories
from ages ago, and aeons away

you shall not know,
you shall not know

"yellow brick, gone as a dream"
Melody W 

harsher critique doled out on a Thursday
devoid of thought, donning
flimsy membranes of indifference

while rain-slicked pavement
shroud a multitude of transgressions,
and unseeing onlookers absorb

only the merest visual of
yellow brick, gone as a dream
in the winds of fleeting youth

and red brick, stilted upon vast acres
compounding with visceral wisdom
of a stain that was never allowed

to exist

"Time, where have you gone to?"
Melody W 

After the storm, we warily peered out from
umbrellas saturated with our fragrant offerings;
greater still were the moments right after, chasing
us to the source of lemony light that
softly eluded us till now;
Time, where have you gone to?

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