I am haunted
Not by ghosts . . .
But by you.
"I wish that you'd stop killing me,
The dark is something I once wished not to know,
Or Maybe it was the falling to death that approached,
I lose my breath. I speak too fast.
God knows how my life will end,
With my mouth full of silenced words that
I chant in my head,
Too afraid to say any of it out loud, for
My life is just a poem I wish not to have read."
It was that thought keeping me up.