A poem about losing everything you never thought you'd lose. |
| Eerie moaning echoes through the chambers of my mind. Flickering candles Light the neurons I’m nervous With unknown cause. Deeper down, In my heart, A door slammed, A window closed, I may have screamed, My fear took over, And traveled. Up a bit, My lungs rattle like Creaky stairs They carry air To my ticker And my tricker My mind Inside of me And yet I feel it, A ghostly presence Of who I was Before I became myself. |