Ghosts don’t require ancient castles or haunted Victorian homes. Sometimes the most haunting place is alone inside a person’s mind.
A Haunting Place by Michael Doyle Inside my mind is a haunting place Filled with missed memories I wish to embrace Inside myself is a self that I have lost And while others count coup, I count the loss A sweet assassin of my contentment Kept cut off like a defended compartment The chains that rattle this inner ghost Are the things I've kept hidden the most There are so many things said about me That maybe even the truest heart would doubt me Moments like these instill my humbled nature And are those they way will help me to mature The contradictions inherent in all they have said Swirled around, rolling down until ricocheting in my head There in all of my shaded impossibility Somewhere, somehow is the very truth of me Late at night, I lay awake in cross-examination Of all these comparted parts that led to alienation But in the break of morning light, I still arise To peer into the mirror alone seeing on me in my eyes (c) June 4, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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