A Haunting

A Haunting

A Poem by An Laech

That which haunts us most, comes from within.



In my dreams I observe my past
The pain received, the pain past on
A like of fire calls my name
I am spawn of demon’s wrath
A twisted cage of tangled web
A bed of nails by mine own hand
I walk the line of razor’s edge
Peace of mind slips through my fingers
Forgive and forget, unattainable harmony
In my path lies guilt and reprimand
Walls torn down and built back again
A labyrinth with no end
Fingers bleed, broken nails
No escape from torments grasp
Dues to pay, with no currency
A wrecked soul amid this world and the next
Alone I walk amongst the broken
Seeking questions to answers unveiled
Weakened by the answers
I close myself from within
A cry for help, one last chance
Judge me not for things long past
Open my eyes and let me see
A new dawn, a new day, a new existence

© 2008 An Laech

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This is a great poem. It reminds me of someone looking at the past, learning by
past mistakes, pains, yet looking into the future for hope and guidance.

Your word play here is wonderful, and very expressive.
Images deep and alluring. Great job! AD

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Added on December 12, 2008
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An Laech
An Laech

Houston, TX

I am a creature trapped in the wrong time. My heart beats for a time lost. A time that many say is fantasy but I wish to believe was once reality. A time before this technological nightmare we live in.. more..

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