These shadows to you are memories to me
They haunt me like a ghost
My mind is like a haunted house
I must get out
I must get free
These memories are holding me back
Sounds in the night are reminders of attack
I dream of fires and gun shells
Dust rolls in from all around
Blood, tears, and all my fears
These things, they all control me
I’m sorry but I have to go
Someone’s here
Don’t ask who
I can clearly see him, why can’t you
He’s asking what happened to him
Why can’t you hear him
He’s reaching out
How can you not feel him
I’m running and hiding from nothing, you say
I’m shouting and crying to no one, you say
I’m going insane, paranoid, you say
I hear the whiz of bullets as they rush on by
You say that I am home again but that does not mean a thing
I am trapped inside my head with words still left unsaid
If only I had said them I would have my friend alive
My mind is no longer my own
My thoughts are still not home
With me all you see are broken pieces
The past and present forced to correspond together
Bang! As the gun rings out
The walls of my prison mind are starting to fade out
Free I finally am from the regrets of my living
No longer lost am I from this prison of my own making
About the Creator
Abigail Wadsworth
Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
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