The ghost of a girl

A Poem by Erza

Long memories fostered in my bones
Treasured them for so long .
But now it seems like shackles to behold
As it pines and chokes my heart.
Gains gave way to grievances
Familiar gave way to famine
And the numbness that became a constant friend
Let it's bitter countenance in.
And the Hummingbird still sings of spring sometimes.
And they keep warning us of impending winter.
And the voices scream and shout causing a havoc
I just don't know whether they are in the nooks of hell or reside in my head.
The spirits that haunt the lonely house...
I wonder if I should call them my friends.