Haunt

My sick strange darkness

Filled with faded trees

And wilted photographs

Blurred and buried

A foreign feeling of always

My siren softly singing

With the voices inside my head

Drops of watered down apathy

Trickling from cupped hands

News print headlines

Trailing behind my eyes

Describing a world

Only beautiful to the blind

I dream of you

A shadow of indecision

Doubt embodied

My flawed perspective of perfection

Always and forever

The beautiful muse

I wish I could forget

Author's Note

First time I've written anything in half a year, take it easy on me :)

Reviews

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~ beautifully expressed and relayed... very moving work... that last stanza is particularly overwhelming... and the lines...

"Describing a world
Only beautiful to the blind"

... are stunning ...