Haunted

A Poem by Porcelain Doll

An enchanted heart rules all

I am haunted,
not by any ghost or mythological entity,
but by my mind.
I have thoughts that will stay thoughts,
never exposed to the harsh winds and cruel judgements of the world.
I have inspirations I would rather not reveal.
Words oh words these minuscule being,
compose every thought either braced for the world or hidden safely.
Words are a precise remainder of life and death,
the ability to pinpoint an emotion, a memory, or a dream;
however, it often goes unspoken for fear of the evil enchantment of the world's criticism.
Language is a map, a sentence is a street, while words, minuscule homes.
Further and further away invisible in the scheme of things:
but, an atrocious residence is seen by all,
heard by all and echoed in the mind of those preyed upon.
How does one remove the tantalization of their own mind from the cruel world?
How can one reconfigure a sentence enough to draw insanity nearer and nearer?
Words leave an impression as if branded on backs,
a resonance that is not withered through time, happiness, or love.
Echoing constantly haunts my brain, and I believe forever it will.