There are faces in the darkness

of my haunted memories,

passed like ghosts

and gone like falling stars,

so quickly burned away.

Chase them to my certain folly,

turned around in my own head.

Lost inside my own devices,

chasing ghosts and finding nothing.

Sit and wait for help to find you,

or venture further in the dark.

Perchance now to meet the monsters,

lurking there amongst the shadows.

Escape is so easy,

but it’s not easily seen,

when I venture

into my subconscious

chasing after memories.

Lured into a trap,

it’s been my folly,

every now and then

that it’s only that

which I could not let go again.

There are faces in the darkness

of my haunted memories.

Can’t escape, but to go forward,

losing little parts of me.

 

HG – 2018