The Haunted OneA Poem by HeatherDark alleys, Weak hearts, Worlds apart, Though it’s never far enough.
A darkened soul, Oscillating parts, Supposedly a start. They can see you aren’t tough. Then you see it, Ever so slightly, Creeping in the corners It’s back again, or it never left? A dark figure, And yet he’s the one who’s haunted. Can’t leave, Can never leave. It’s a part of your story Your life, Your every being. Trapped by your pain. Only you can hear the screams, Can see it fight, Only to give in For sometimes it’s easier to give up, than face your problems. You are the problem, I am the problem, And endless predicament Trapping you in this cycle, Making this your forever home. They say home is where the heart is, My heart must have been misplaced. I can’t seem to find my home, Can’t seem to care. Yet this is what life has amounted to, This limbo, Keeping us hostage For the real world never had any use for me anyway. © 2016 HeatherFeatured Review
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Added on June 27, 2016Last Updated on June 27, 2016 AuthorHeatherBirmingham, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutWell hello there. I'm Heather, I'm eighteen. Currently studying Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Derby. I can be quite harsh, and am quite the pessimist. I'm not a big people.. more..Writing
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