Haunted House

My walls are thin, gray, and peeling

My life force is… almost nonexistent

I bear bruises and cracks all over my ceiling

With Death breathing down my back, persistent

The light that was once within me

It has been gone, for far too long

I am no longer able to hear or see

Have a cloudy judgment of what’s right and wrong

I remain in a place that I have been for many years

I do not move forward and I do not move back

Until the object of my pain disappears

My spirit will be forever under attack

There is one day, every year

Frolicking and prancing, tearing at my walls!

Those pesky children! They gather here

Leaving their dirty footprints all over my halls!

I awaken to the booming of their otherworldly cries

I can feel them screaming and thrashing within me

Even though I can’t see, I opened my eyes

Some say that I killed them, but I simply set them free