The ghosts of the past


What demons lurk
around the bend?
Sleep comes hard now
once so easy
simple
child’s play
now harsh
aches and pains
nightmares
memories that
like a dripping faucet will not stop
flowing
a whispered word not heard
a door
silently opening until
silent hinges no more
creak
the settling
of a house
the quiet
alone in a house full of people
the moon
shining down
and only quiet
circling around you
dancing
just out of reach
the memories
of the whisper
you can’t quite hear.

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